JAY-Z, Juvenile - Snoopy Track lyrics

Bounce uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
Uhhh, uh huh uh uhhh, uhh, uh huh
This for my hustlers uh huh
And for the bitches yeah

Yo, yo this is for my niggas down
In Houston on candy paint
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
All my niggas in the A T-L throwin' dem bows
All them thugs that send slugs through
Your clothes holla at me!
It's for the black culture
Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the keys of coca
All the haters eat a dick
They wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober
I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Cris' get me
Spiralin' into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy
May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggas is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field
You won't get me
I brought some folk with me
Brooklyn is loc'n with me what the fuck?

You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life

This is for my chicks that get
Dough for takin' off they clothes
All them money makin' honies that
Slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who grade is 40
All the baby mamas across the globe ayo
I like my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit!
I like em bow legged, never coke headed
With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper
I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got 'em Iceberg shit they
Thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Rocawear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no
The most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded
Both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress
And a young bitch forget it, I'm the don

You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life

Wha-what?
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya
I hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got
The chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'?
See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let
The four-fifth flip 'em
I keep rappers talkin' to kids
Jigga Sixth Sense'd 'em
Don't mention my name and lames
In the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough
Take on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the
Whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hova icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It's The Roc

You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride all day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice fuck hoes, for life