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From The D 2 The LBC (With Snoop Dogg)

Eminem

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Yeah, it's been a minuteThis probably shoulda happened a while agoFuck it, we're here now though, let's goYeah, man, what the fuck? YoYo, Snoop, oh, manYo, let me see–, let me see them buds, I can't even–Man, that shit the size of my hand, Dogg(That shit's gon' make me relapse)The fuck?That's how I knowThat I'm in the studio with the Doggy (Where?)In Californi' 'cause my homie from Long BeachAlways got that bomb weed (That's why)I feel a calm breeze (Yeah)Every time I palm trees (Get it?)Just like that blonde bleachI went platinum then so did my albums (Yeah)Calvin's turning me into a zombie'Cause these buds are like the HulkThey're twice the size that his arm be (Grr)And that is some strong green (Strong green)Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggyI might end up in Walgreens (Yeah) pharmacyWith my arm asleepGone off lean mixed with DramamineI will treat Paula DeenLike a fuckin' human pin-ball machineBouncing balls off her tonsilsIf y'all are seekin' the smoke, I got all the weedI am a walking motherfuckin' marijuana leafAnd I'm here to stayMy ring's so definiteMy longevity needs a hearing aid (What?)Still wearing Hanes T-shirtsI done bodied some features with legendary names (Yeah)Was there when Dre turned The ChronicTo monetary gain (Woo)'Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it mari-ju-ana'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry JaneIt's like you and Spider-Man feel the very same (Yeah)My adversaries cameBut these little degenerates are my lineageAnd when it come to pockets, weren't manyIf any as, skinny as mine, bitch, I was pennilessNow I'm plenty richAnd this shit don't make any sense (Yeah)I was in the motherfuckin' pinch like a titty twistNow I'm sitting as pretty as each penny isWhile I'm penning this in the lab on you guinea pigsI ain't finna fool 'em, and in fact, give me the semiAnd when I pull the big guns out that triggerPull it until the motherfuckin' shit runs out of bulletsSomebody better call a ambulance (Woo)You live, it'll be miraculousI got more hits than a contract killerLike the caterpillars that don't got antennas (What?)Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers (Woo)Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this (Nah)From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (Haha, yeah)Put your doobies high if you reside in 213Let's see them blunts raised (Brra)Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313Let's see them guns blaze (Brra, brra, brra)Make money moves like The MatrixMake more mount motivationRoll up, more meditationI'm watchin' the moves you makeYou might wanna stick to the basicsMilitary mindset, locked in, cocked inMake sure the mission is profitableAin't no mission impossib-bleOne phone call and my monsters'll goDump phones, hop in a Mazda and goFuck that, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna goYou think you slick, boy, this crip (Crip)You ain't ready to take it where I'm finna goMafia rules, you makin' a mockery (What?)Me a monopoly, speak on my flowMy nigga, I'm moppin' 'emSlept on my floor, now niggas is copyin'Niggas be opping through all of this opulenceGave me a task, I conquer itThis ain't the time for ponderin'You niggas is slanderin', this real shitNiggas be honorin' (On God)You lookin' for followersAnd not watchin' my niggas that's followin'Nigga, fuck them likes, I'm yellingLike, "What? My niggas young problem"Eastside, East up, nigga, Eminem, woke the beast upLet y'all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease upThink it's a game? You gon' see some'Ain't no peace you'll be missin' a piece ofNigga popped off, now sheets on 'emMom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my badSend a few coins to the coronerPlease make a sweet for 'emNigga, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on 'emIn the field with the cleats on 'emSteve Jobs of the cannabis mobIn due time niggas know it be mineSuge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signedIf you're lookin' for the facts, I'm the nigga to findYoung nigga sold crack in the middle of PineIn the face of this crippin'Long Beach, these seas is differentFour man with the put onStill gettin' bread with the niggas I put on (Yeah, yeah)I put my hood on, shit got coldI put my hood on (Yeah, yeah)Marshall and CalvinBoth from the gutters like public housin'Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousandsWearin' no makeupBut we still be clownin', motherfuckersPut your doobies high if you reside in 213Let's see them blunts raised (Brra)Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313Let's see them guns blaze (Brra, brra, brra)My Detroit niggas verse everybodyMy Long Beach niggas verse everybodyMy Detroit niggas leave with a bodyMy Long Beach niggas shoot up the party

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