Snoop Dogg - Real Talk (R.I.P. Tookie) lyrics

Yo felly wat up

Two in da morning while u yawnin
I jump out my bed
Limewire we fire at yo motha fuckin head
You betta duck, left u stuck, full it struck
Homie, wat, nigga, wat, wat
Wat, wat, wat, wat, wat
Dope fiends need dope like y'all
Need air to breathe
And every hussla on the corner needs cheese
If y’all want dat get your throwback
Pull your braids out and roll yo fro back
Just like dat i bend it slow
Let me tell u wat I'm in it fo
Sorta like a mineral
But I'm more than a general
No longer a criminal
Me an Tookie Williams for real
We were identical, he took me to the pinnacle

And they wanna know how I
Feel about the governor
Arnold Schwarzenegger, you a motherfucker
Yeah whatever

So I’ma spread tha word now that my
OG is free as a bird
U heard wat I said u thought
That he was betta off dead
But his teachings and doctrines
Is wat I'ma spread
I love leading those, who love to be led
And I love feeding those, who wanna be fed
So stand in line and get your tickets
Ain't no wine and no bread
It's just lines and new rhymes about
The crimes that I did
If u doin it big, u gotta handle yo biz
And in the memory of we go educate the kids
Sangfroid that's the word and the lesson
For those unaware that means
I'm calm under pressure

Teacher, teacher
Could u please kick some old skool rhymes?
Can u show them you've not
Forgotten where you've come from okay

La-di da-di, listen everybody
We do cause trouble, and we shoot up da party
We got just some niggas from the LBC
Fuck a nigga up quick on some dangerous shit
Now for real, for real
We go the Beverly Hills
And do a couple of licks
Till I stack me some bricks
And we will not quit, until we see fit
Schwarzeneggers a straight up bitch
But let me stay on course
I don’t mean to drift
Cuz the scene is shift, we stay mean wit dis
Crispy clean wit dis
I’ma da OG as u seen wit dis
Keep a bad as bitch on some gangsta shit

Uh uh, Snoop Dogg
Could u please kick somethin 4 da ladies
Cuz u always forget about us
Okay check dis out baby

I had a stripper used to tip
Her her name was chanelle
She used to bring me money when
I was locked up in jail and when I got out
I was goin wit her everywhere
She understood me girl yeah she
Was wat a player
I didn't have to press it never
Eva had to stress it
And every time I think about it
Damn it’s a blessin'
And I'm confessin', and I’m addressin'
All the ladies who love to love a real man
Do ya damn thang, don't be embarrassed
That's the truest form of love
When it's at it's purest
Don't have to second guess it
Cuz tha S N double O
Is lookin 4 a real woman, not no ditty hoe

Ha ha ha, silly rabbit, tricks are for kids
You're just a bitch