Snoop Dogg, Trae Tha Truth, Mozzy - Ground Rules lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
Mozzy [Timothy Patterson] Oak Park, Sacramento, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Trae Tha Truth, Mozzy - Ground Rules lyrics]
Yeah, you ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Yeah, smoothie got me feeling like Pac
Let me revive 'em
Niggas better know if I'm slidin'
They better hide 'em
In your business, all on my dick
It ain't no ride any given
I could fuck up the streets
Or either guide 'em
Gas, no brakes right out the gate
Fuck the weight
I'm tryna make shit shake until it break
Mindstate told me flush this white
I call it Kate hey, who? Boss
This shit crackin' he takin' plates
Niggas in the lake, no yachts, we 48 'em
Two sticks, I'm starving
It's savage the way he ate 'em
Hit neck, tell him go without the hair
I'm a asshole, fuck what you talkin'
Nothing fair nigga
Yeah, you ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, helrounds too
Whole lotta hand help rounds too
No more than a 4, niggas know where I go
If you ain't a 4 fuck it, buck down a deuce
I need more woods, on my way to the store
They brought a Randall knife and
They're playing this cool
Yeah, I had to get it off
The stove for my school clothes
Lil' brat Freddie B sprintin'
On them group-ons it was two toned
First she heard of Kevin Gates
Baby he had two phones
All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone
All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone
Usalama, can't afford to move wrong
He ain't moving mean
For the you should move along
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
When I come through I'm bangin'
Like a crip dawg
Sippin' on some Cisco, hand on my pistol
Chicken grease with the Crisco
Kaepernick, slap a bitch, we in San Francisco
This hoe, that hoe, nigga you can add 'em up
Been with the shit, two strikes nigga, bat up
Jumpin' out the GM with it
I learned how to swim with it
Thirteen, learned to mix a lil' gin with it
Been with it and you can check my pedigree
Let it be
There's a picture of me next to the letter C
I'm confident, the crip keeper
I'm at your door
Doing chores with the street sweeper nigga
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help the rounds too
Yeah, smoothie got me feeling like Pac
Let me revive 'em
Niggas better know if I'm slidin'
They better hide 'em
In your business, all on my dick
It ain't no ride any given
I could fuck up the streets
Or either guide 'em
Gas, no brakes right out the gate
Fuck the weight
I'm tryna make shit shake until it break
Mindstate told me flush this white
I call it Kate hey, who? Boss
This shit crackin' he takin' plates
Niggas in the lake, no yachts, we 48 'em
Two sticks, I'm starving
It's savage the way he ate 'em
Hit neck, tell him go without the hair
I'm a asshole, fuck what you talkin'
Nothing fair nigga
Yeah, you ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, helrounds too
Whole lotta hand help rounds too
No more than a 4, niggas know where I go
If you ain't a 4 fuck it, buck down a deuce
I need more woods, on my way to the store
They brought a Randall knife and
They're playing this cool
Yeah, I had to get it off
The stove for my school clothes
Lil' brat Freddie B sprintin'
On them group-ons it was two toned
First she heard of Kevin Gates
Baby he had two phones
All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone
All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone
Usalama, can't afford to move wrong
He ain't moving mean
For the you should move along
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
When I come through I'm bangin'
Like a crip dawg
Sippin' on some Cisco, hand on my pistol
Chicken grease with the Crisco
Kaepernick, slap a bitch, we in San Francisco
This hoe, that hoe, nigga you can add 'em up
Been with the shit, two strikes nigga, bat up
Jumpin' out the GM with it
I learned how to swim with it
Thirteen, learned to mix a lil' gin with it
Been with it and you can check my pedigree
Let it be
There's a picture of me next to the letter C
I'm confident, the crip keeper
I'm at your door
Doing chores with the street sweeper nigga
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
You ain't playing fair
Fuck your ground rules
The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too
Whole lotta hand, help rounds too