Dre mothafucker [Snoop] what what what what [Snoop] Da da da da daaaa [Dre] You know I'm mobbing with the d oh double g Straight off the fuckin' street's of cpt King of the beats n' you ride to em' in your fleet wood Fleet wood Or coupe deville rollin' on dubs How you feel? Whoopty whoop nigga what? Dre n' snoop chroniced out In the 'llac, with doc in the back Sippin' 'gnac, clip in the strap Dippin' through hoods What hoods? Compton, long beach, ingelwood South central out to the west side West side It's california love, this california bud Got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the century club With my jeans on n' my team's strong Get my drink on n' my smoke on Then go home with somethin' to poke on Waz up bitch Loc' it's on for the two triple, oh Comin' real it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gonna rockin' 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be acting too bold Take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode, hey Smoke weed everyday. Snoop Dogg en Marzo.
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I guess these hoes didn't hear me, when I said bitch please Now it's five years later big faces, big sprees Talkin' bout bad bitches up in condos Smokin' mad swishers, bout to get some head pronto Pussy, weed, and alcohol nigga, Plus that cash go with it Double "o" we clockin' hoochies Stick a bird up in her pussy Smokin' cryptonite, rollin' in a benz Souppin' up some tenz Bout to break 'em for they endz Tell 'em low man. Will got him two bad mutherfuckas comin' from out of town We 'gon ride around And smoke up about a pound I'mma show 'em off to my dogs Make 'em wanna strip 'em If a freaky ass nigga so desires, he can lick 'em I'mma do-it, til' they pass out on weed and liquor I be a 5th Ward Boy from the, uh, bloody nickel Fast money, fast cars, and fast ass women Got a whole lot of mutherfuckin' niggas past livin' Girl, when you do, what you do, it's so beautiful Stick yo fingers, in yo cat Uh, and taste yo uterus It's ludicrous Yo man couldn't make you swallow But playas know, fuck the head, and the body and power Let's get a room, so I can lick that ring on yo belly And lubricate yo asshole, with jar jelly Through my pelly, pelly draws You can lick my balls Pussy, weed, and alcohol, I love that shit dog. And we love fuckin, oh yeah, drankin',smokin', doing what ever it takes to get a groove on. Me personally, Idon't mind accommadating a hoe. You know, what you do? What you drank, yousmoke, you shoot up, what ever the fuck you do. That's yo thangyou know. Shit, I'll supply you long as you fuckin'. I for one, I do somuch fuckin' they call me Don King. Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter.
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How do you really feel about that. But he does want to get married to and to have kids. An important is doing this together. Mine was in California, back in the 70s. Many men have begun leaving the Church in their early twenties as the mission has become more important. Their thinking is something like this.
It's easy to be blind to deal-breaking faults when you are young and in love. I think more than anything, the thing that gets me is this feeling of being marginalized in his life. I'd suggest the essays. And you seem like a good person.
