Snoop Dogg, Kokane - True Lies lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Kokane - True Lies lyrics]
Cameras flashing
Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras
Stop the press stop the press
Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this - did you
Fuck that bitch or what?
That's actually, not the first time that
Question's been asked but since, I believe
And I think any person
- reasonable person would
Believe, that that is not covered
In the definition of sexual
Relations I was given - ahh - I'm
Not going to answer it except to
Refer to my statement i had intimate
Contact with her that was
Inappropriate - I do not believe any
Of the contacts I had with
Her violated the definition I was
Given therefore I believe I did not
Do anything but testify truthfully
On these matters
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a liehie
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a liehie
Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
You tryin to cover up the
Holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherfuckin
Face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it
(holla holla at me)
And c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg
I'm down with Gizzod
The long arm of the lizzaw
Y'all, niggas know what's happening you
Turn your back again and I'm bound to get it
Crack-a-lin I'm back again
And everybody happy for me -
Ain't that the truth?
That's a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That'll be the day
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor
(well God damn)
Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher
I won't stop puffin til I re-tire
My bitches, my nigga, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star bitches the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest
The flyer
See most bitches like fuckin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
To a gangsta, party, provider laughing
With a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the dick from the
Top to the bottom
Woo woo woo woo (That's a bad bitch)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts
And said "Hmm I got 'em!"
KoKane scats and ad libs to the music
Ah what's the use of the truth
If you can't tell a lie sometimes?
Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras
Stop the press stop the press
Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this - did you
Fuck that bitch or what?
That's actually, not the first time that
Question's been asked but since, I believe
And I think any person
- reasonable person would
Believe, that that is not covered
In the definition of sexual
Relations I was given - ahh - I'm
Not going to answer it except to
Refer to my statement i had intimate
Contact with her that was
Inappropriate - I do not believe any
Of the contacts I had with
Her violated the definition I was
Given therefore I believe I did not
Do anything but testify truthfully
On these matters
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a liehie
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if
You can't tell a liehie
Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
You tryin to cover up the
Holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherfuckin
Face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it
(holla holla at me)
And c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg
I'm down with Gizzod
The long arm of the lizzaw
Y'all, niggas know what's happening you
Turn your back again and I'm bound to get it
Crack-a-lin I'm back again
And everybody happy for me -
Ain't that the truth?
That's a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That'll be the day
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor
(well God damn)
Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher
I won't stop puffin til I re-tire
My bitches, my nigga, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star bitches the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest
The flyer
See most bitches like fuckin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
To a gangsta, party, provider laughing
With a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the dick from the
Top to the bottom
Woo woo woo woo (That's a bad bitch)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts
And said "Hmm I got 'em!"
KoKane scats and ad libs to the music
Ah what's the use of the truth
If you can't tell a lie sometimes?