Gun Smoke

Snoop Dogg, what up, cuh?

What up, Snoop Dogg? What's up, my nigga?

What a G, what up, though, my nigga? What's happenin' with it?

Shit, you know me, my nigga (blaze that shit up)

Aww, they in the 'Nati just doin' what I do, haha

Oh, for real? Sure, I could dig that

Oh, you wanna hear that?

What a G, nigga, I am where it's cookin' at

Nigga, ain't no lookin' back

Nigga, what you lookin' at?

Lost it in the dice game, took it back

Look at that nigga with the black on

Me and Tek back on

I'm the rapper, so I got to get my rap on

He's the producer with the bass

Now clap on, snap on my fit

Shoot it, shawty, hit it (ooh)

Lit it slow, really, though, from the city, though

Where they kill for a penny

Shot him, saved him, sent him back to the hideaway

I'm tryna find a ride away

Grew up on the darker side, pray for a brighter day

Fuck the alphabet, PD and the C to the I, the A

Every nigga grab a K, aim it in the same way

Until they fuckin' go away

Bang it 'til they blow away

Tryna do a show a day

Raised my level, lowered my car

And shoot at these motherfuckin' fake rap stars (nope)

I'd rather not, too much time to be taken

Ain't no fakin' when you cakin' and bakin'

And makin' moves like a CEO

Tellin' on the G, a ho

Threw up the set to seek a friend or foe

'Cause I ain't got nothin' for 'em but some info

Small bag of Indo, a pot to piss in

And a one-room flat so he can throw it out the window

Yep, Tek, this my intro, haha

Doggy, where you hangin' at?

Homie, can you bring it back?

We need some money and some things and a starter pack

A few tickets and we'll kick it back to you, loc

No thang, a friendly game of some gun smoke