Casanova, Snoop Dogg - 211 lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Casanova, Snoop Dogg - 211 lyrics]
(Okay, daddy)
This a 211 on a motherfuckin' opp
Niggas know my body, everybody gettin' shot
Last nigga played
I cleaned him up with the mop
That was '07 in the gamblin' spot
I aced to the deuce, I told him
"Suck my dick"
When I was locked up he tried fuck my bitch
I took a step back, then I bust my grip
I love that fuckin' deal
All I did was dust my 'prints
I'd rather get rid of my wife
Rob a nigga with that gun the same night
Got his head cracked, he was slippin'
Rollin' dice
Walked up on him calmly like, "Nigga
That chain nice" 'Cause you know I get hyped
When I kick in the door wavin' the four-four
I ain't had no money
I still ran up in the store
Burner to his jaw stupid motherfucker
Take the money out the drawer
Papi, tú robaste la tienda mala
Te voy a matar a tu madre y tu pai' sucio
Foolio shut the fuck up, you movin' slow
I think this nigga don't understand
How this movie go
What you said about my mama?
Shut the fuck up, uh, take that
Welcome to the Terrordome
Bustin' at your fitted cap
Shootin' at your hair and bone
Beefin' since way back
Niggas know the shit I'm on
Fuck this house party, cuz
Niggas ain't gon' make it home
Tote this bitch, nigga
Don't matter where I catch you
I'ma grab the special
Turn around and stretch you
Keep that same energy
Hidin' with your niggas
(I don't give a fuck)
Nigga they gon' get that same penalty
I ain't tryna sort 'em out
I don't know the difference
Bitch niggas all get it, one clip, one visit
Two shots, two missing
Lord help me, I'ma give 'em hell
Gotta lay 'em all down 'cause they will tell
Fuck 'em, I finish up and swerve out
Lookin' for an alibi, niggas got the word out
Shootin' like it's Palestine
Shells on the front line
Neighbor saw hella crime
Fucker should've been gone
Nigga saw my L plates, 1's on the scene
Quit drivin', get a phone call, it's my nigga
(Aw, fuck, where you at, cuz?)
Nigga, I'm on some Crip shit
Finally found that nigga
Caught him slippin', had to set trip
(Damn, what'd you do?)
Laid that whole motherfucker down
Front, backside, everywhere they goin'
Spin rounds fuckin' foolio
Caught him slippin', he was movin' slow
Crip-hop 'til they drop
That's how the movie go
Call my cousin Casanova
Let him know the movie done
This a 211 on a motherfuckin' opp
Niggas know my body, everybody gettin' shot
Last nigga played
I cleaned him up with the mop
That was '07 in the gamblin' spot
I aced to the deuce, I told him
"Suck my dick"
When I was locked up he tried fuck my bitch
I took a step back, then I bust my grip
I love that fuckin' deal
All I did was dust my 'prints
I'd rather get rid of my wife
Rob a nigga with that gun the same night
Got his head cracked, he was slippin'
Rollin' dice
Walked up on him calmly like, "Nigga
That chain nice" 'Cause you know I get hyped
When I kick in the door wavin' the four-four
I ain't had no money
I still ran up in the store
Burner to his jaw stupid motherfucker
Take the money out the drawer
Papi, tú robaste la tienda mala
Te voy a matar a tu madre y tu pai' sucio
Foolio shut the fuck up, you movin' slow
I think this nigga don't understand
How this movie go
What you said about my mama?
Shut the fuck up, uh, take that
Welcome to the Terrordome
Bustin' at your fitted cap
Shootin' at your hair and bone
Beefin' since way back
Niggas know the shit I'm on
Fuck this house party, cuz
Niggas ain't gon' make it home
Tote this bitch, nigga
Don't matter where I catch you
I'ma grab the special
Turn around and stretch you
Keep that same energy
Hidin' with your niggas
(I don't give a fuck)
Nigga they gon' get that same penalty
I ain't tryna sort 'em out
I don't know the difference
Bitch niggas all get it, one clip, one visit
Two shots, two missing
Lord help me, I'ma give 'em hell
Gotta lay 'em all down 'cause they will tell
Fuck 'em, I finish up and swerve out
Lookin' for an alibi, niggas got the word out
Shootin' like it's Palestine
Shells on the front line
Neighbor saw hella crime
Fucker should've been gone
Nigga saw my L plates, 1's on the scene
Quit drivin', get a phone call, it's my nigga
(Aw, fuck, where you at, cuz?)
Nigga, I'm on some Crip shit
Finally found that nigga
Caught him slippin', had to set trip
(Damn, what'd you do?)
Laid that whole motherfucker down
Front, backside, everywhere they goin'
Spin rounds fuckin' foolio
Caught him slippin', he was movin' slow
Crip-hop 'til they drop
That's how the movie go
Call my cousin Casanova
Let him know the movie done