Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, C-Murder - See Ya When I Get There lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, C-Murder - See Ya When I Get There lyrics]
For all them young niggas that didn't
Quite make it to another year
To all my thugs in the grave
This one is for my homies and my thug niggas
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
About it motherfucker standing on the block
Ain't no limit to his heart
Cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a nigga catching them cases
With them death situations
A nigga blast with no hesitation
Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
I wanna do, like them gangsters do
I wanna gangster walk
I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk
Just another young nigga in a song
Mama always told me gangster's
Don't live long
After I'm dead can you still see me
Do you really want to be me
I'm just another bossaline
I represent all them niggas
Trying to get paid but couldn't be saved
Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Ride nigga 'til I deduct
Them things die nigga for fuck fly fly nigga
Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle
Hit the weed and get high for my nigga
My partner my nigga my round in my trigger
From the little shit I remember you
Was a down ass nigga
I'm mad I missed the shit
You could have showed me (fuck)
Shit still ain't the same even
Though my mama told me
I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga)
Thank you for being my daddy
Thank you for what you left us
I swear to protect, and the
Only way to carry on, is carry on
My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim
And my cousin Larry gone
I ain't trying to question God
But why so young
That's why from daylight to night
Time I got my gun
This fucking thing we call life
Ain't nothing but a phase
That's why you better keep your faith
Or you're that thug in the grave
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Rest in peace khaki's creased
From the east side of Long Beach
Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie
Cause I can't understand how it went down
We used to clown from town to town
Claiming dogg pound
Took you on Lollapalooza with a nigga
L-Dog you my nigga
If you don't get no bigger
Spanky Loco from the the dub
And Little Man from the I
Dear God why them good niggas have to die
I can't reminisce too long
Cause I'm in a war zone
If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on
So I'm gone mash on home
But on the way I see some of my enemies
And they tripping on me
Cause I fuck with Master P
But I'm heated, so beat it
And another 87 case, I really don't need it
Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie
Shit we gone celebrate
Cause we now the homeboy is in
A safer and better place
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Quite make it to another year
To all my thugs in the grave
This one is for my homies and my thug niggas
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
About it motherfucker standing on the block
Ain't no limit to his heart
Cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a nigga catching them cases
With them death situations
A nigga blast with no hesitation
Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
I wanna do, like them gangsters do
I wanna gangster walk
I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk
Just another young nigga in a song
Mama always told me gangster's
Don't live long
After I'm dead can you still see me
Do you really want to be me
I'm just another bossaline
I represent all them niggas
Trying to get paid but couldn't be saved
Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Ride nigga 'til I deduct
Them things die nigga for fuck fly fly nigga
Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle
Hit the weed and get high for my nigga
My partner my nigga my round in my trigger
From the little shit I remember you
Was a down ass nigga
I'm mad I missed the shit
You could have showed me (fuck)
Shit still ain't the same even
Though my mama told me
I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga)
Thank you for being my daddy
Thank you for what you left us
I swear to protect, and the
Only way to carry on, is carry on
My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim
And my cousin Larry gone
I ain't trying to question God
But why so young
That's why from daylight to night
Time I got my gun
This fucking thing we call life
Ain't nothing but a phase
That's why you better keep your faith
Or you're that thug in the grave
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Rest in peace khaki's creased
From the east side of Long Beach
Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie
Cause I can't understand how it went down
We used to clown from town to town
Claiming dogg pound
Took you on Lollapalooza with a nigga
L-Dog you my nigga
If you don't get no bigger
Spanky Loco from the the dub
And Little Man from the I
Dear God why them good niggas have to die
I can't reminisce too long
Cause I'm in a war zone
If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on
So I'm gone mash on home
But on the way I see some of my enemies
And they tripping on me
Cause I fuck with Master P
But I'm heated, so beat it
And another 87 case, I really don't need it
Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie
Shit we gone celebrate
Cause we now the homeboy is in
A safer and better place
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there