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snoop dogg - for all my niggas & bitches كلمات الأغنية

well it’s that slow flow, d o double g, n-gg-
see these other fools but you can’t see me, n-gg-
who am i? it’s kurupt motherf-cker
do or die, we gives a f-ck motherf-cker

so slow your roll, i’m in control like janet
the locest twenty one year old n-gg- that’s on this planet
take it for granted, if ya wanna ‘cuz i’m gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch

so all my b-tches and my n-gg-z and my n-gg-z and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh-t like we don’t give a sh-t
wave your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air

so all my n-gg-s and my b-tches and my b-tches and my n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air

now on a one, two, three who could it be?
comin’ with a group of gangsta sh-t for ninety three
so ninety four’s arrived n-gg-, back on up
and let me and my dogg kurupt f-ck sh-t up

now can’t n-body see me here or there
wherever i bails, i put it down on the ground ‘cuz ain’t sh-t for sale
in the coupe with the beat flossin’ off gold d’s
and my cousin snoop packs well, you know what i mean

and it don’t take much for the dogg pound to bust a cap
in your -ss for gettin’ us all f-cked up
now check it, it’s a callin’ for n-gg-z like doggs
who supposed to be the sh-t but steadily b-tchin’ like hogs

yes y’all, walk the doggs, yes y’all, yiggy y’all
stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
i packs a strap, like that, i kicks it like this
now how many b-tches must get d-ck

before they say that daz is that n-gg- from back in the day?
ya never ever thought i’d see him bustin’ with dr. dre
‘cuz i grips mics, i rips mics in half
hoes be comin’ to my flat so i can tap that -ss

so all my b-tches and my n-gg-z and my n-gg-z and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh-t like we don’t give a sh-t
keep your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air

you’re headed my way, n-gg- you best to hit a u-turn quick
so what’s happenin’? i’m cappin sh-t up like a western flick
the kingpin of the clique, top notch
seventeen shot glock c-cked, so all n-gg- drop

the run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin’ to serve
the best kurupt’s era peep the terror ‘cuz it’s a murder fest
i smoke chronic everyday, so what have we?
another motherf-cker gettin’ served like some cavy

now who drops? i got full juice like tupac
rollin’ with two glocks
fly motherf-ckers can’t see kurupt
h-llraisin’ like pinhead, beware i’m tearin’ sh-t the f-ck up

slow your roll, like your legs was broken
who’s jokin’? rakim never joked so why should i loc?
now that’s my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
runnin’ ’em like flo jo, stranded on death row

mediocre motherf-ckers die ‘cuz i’m servin’ it
they can’t f-ck with or see me i’m m-ss murderin’
smokin’ indo, look out my window i suppose yeah
n-gg-z don’t understand how we kicks diffrent flows

i’m raw like new footage i’m rugged like a b.f.goodrich
bring your whole set and get your hood lynched
drop to your knees like a dog in heat
peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

so all my n-gg-s and my b-tches and my b-tches and my n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air

check it out, it’s rage, ready for the breakdown
take down, when it comes to the mic, i’m puttin my weight down
and that’s hundred and seventy five pounds of beef
beatin’ yo’ -ss down to the concrete

fool, act like ya know
i’m stranded on death row with no where to go
so what’s a girl to do?
take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

throw your guns in the motherf-ckin air, we don’t care
n-gg-z don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-
how about nuthin’ at all? just my doggs and clockin’ the grip b-tch
n-gg-z don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-

that’s why i can kick it so tuff ‘cuz when times get ruff, my
n-gg-z don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-
the clique that i’m with don’t give a sh-t, ya know why?
real n-gg-z don’t give a f-ck

now all the b-tches and the n-gg-z
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
so all my n-gg-z and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air

so all my n-gg-z and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air

- snoop dogg

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