Snoop Dogg - The Cure lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg - The Cure lyrics]
Look Big Snoop Dogg occupation real
Conversation skill show you how
To make a mill' pimpin' cath me on tour
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches
I done been to brazil
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel
They say they got the cure
Well I ain't takin the pill
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta
After fifteen years ya digg
Can't give it up gettin money
The way that I live
The king of the west coast
I'm runnin this shit
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is
The forty calli screw yo face
Like you fuckin with this
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit
High flyin in the?
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp
What you thought
Doggystyle all up in yo bitch
If theres a cure for getttin
Money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this shit
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta
I don't want this shit
A mother fo the sunrise sposed
To hit the block lil bad mothafucka pull the
Pockets pull the rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Let me tell you why they
Call me snoop doggy dogg
I got a lot of bitches
Plus this nigga stay sharp
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog
Is secure for this shit you better
Keep It out of dodge
Before I put you in some shit
You really got to swap
Then call the hustle boys
To get you mothafuckas robbed
Is five in the mornin'
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC
Where the climate is cold
And I know you player hatas got
Your eyes on my dope
Cause I spit that real shit
In your ear you can?
Spend summers on the beach
Hidden gears on the boat
Fifty G's all in twennys keep
The duffel bag closed
What you call heat eat a nigga'ho
Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna
Size up my gold
Its the problem, I don't need no antidote
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow
I gotta keep it gangsta makin
Moves on the road
Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes
I've been doin this fo years
Nigga thats how it goes
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss
The benz or the porche, I done have them both
Lil snoop count my money cut
My fingers it's mo
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast
West Coast!
Conversation skill show you how
To make a mill' pimpin' cath me on tour
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches
I done been to brazil
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel
They say they got the cure
Well I ain't takin the pill
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta
After fifteen years ya digg
Can't give it up gettin money
The way that I live
The king of the west coast
I'm runnin this shit
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is
The forty calli screw yo face
Like you fuckin with this
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit
High flyin in the?
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp
What you thought
Doggystyle all up in yo bitch
If theres a cure for getttin
Money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this shit
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta
I don't want this shit
A mother fo the sunrise sposed
To hit the block lil bad mothafucka pull the
Pockets pull the rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Let me tell you why they
Call me snoop doggy dogg
I got a lot of bitches
Plus this nigga stay sharp
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog
Is secure for this shit you better
Keep It out of dodge
Before I put you in some shit
You really got to swap
Then call the hustle boys
To get you mothafuckas robbed
Is five in the mornin'
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC
Where the climate is cold
And I know you player hatas got
Your eyes on my dope
Cause I spit that real shit
In your ear you can?
Spend summers on the beach
Hidden gears on the boat
Fifty G's all in twennys keep
The duffel bag closed
What you call heat eat a nigga'ho
Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna
Size up my gold
Its the problem, I don't need no antidote
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow
I gotta keep it gangsta makin
Moves on the road
Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes
I've been doin this fo years
Nigga thats how it goes
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss
The benz or the porche, I done have them both
Lil snoop count my money cut
My fingers it's mo
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast
West Coast!