Dead or Alive - HIGH4

Nuthin' but a gangsta party Nuthin' but a gangsta party Got me up against the fence, back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool if ain't no justice for the Dogg Got to take it out on all, y'all Better read the papers, all my homies goin' crazy, baby Only God could save us Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I ain't worried It's a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize (fantasize) When we ride it's a must adversaries die every time Yes, yes, y'all, not short but Snoop Dogg And you know it's like that y'all I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done I'm servin' any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone, Corleone Now do you know what that mean? A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme It's like what happen can happen but will it stop That won't happen I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Ayo Pac, can you feel me? Why these fools, tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive We ballin' in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead or alive We riders, ban us 'cause we inquired and watch the G's ride Two of America's most, straight out the West Coast Bow down fool, this is Death Row Been waitin' way too long, fresh out the pen, now it's on C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone Ain't nothin' changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme Me and the homey Pac trippin' Death Row on knobs Gon' survive by Eastside of DPG'z Still creepin' bump through the hood, Always involved in the streets (Westside) Snoop Doggy Dogg homie, did you forget who I was The big homie to you, there it is and there it was Now take a look through the eyes of a G And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat All my homies tellin' me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me We gettin' dollars, homie, holler if you hear me It's one time for my comrades doin' bad lockdown Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down Can you visualize perfection 'Cause every ryder in my set labelled a vet best in their profession Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith & Wesson Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin' Straight gangsta, y'know Money to be made, situations get deeper Niggas always tryin' to creep But I know what time it is Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, gangstas Play or stay Yeah, play or stay Y'know? Stay a gangsta All my doggs, all my niggas on lockdown, Big Dogg It's for you nigga We gonna ride this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off Yeah yeah Play or stay Yeah, play or stay Yeah yeah, play or stay Yeah yeah, Death Row! Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace Dogg Pound Dippin' real hard y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah, stay down Gangstas gangstas Foe life, Eastside! Westside of the coast Yeah, Eastside! Mmmm, for all my soldiers Yeah Where ya at? Yeah Y'know? Yeah Stay down For real Y'know? What it look like? Mmm, what it feel like? It ain't easy, y'know? Death Row My nigga Pac Makaveli

Oh, my Whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, uh, uh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I made this shit look еasy, juice But it ain't easy, beliеve me, truth You know I'm droppin' 'em off, Bruce Give you a clue what I'm countin', blues Smokin' that leaf if it get loose My niggas drillin', we might as well truce (uh, uh, uh, uh) I hit the blunt just for a lil' boost Yeah, my new bitch, she Canadian Goose (oh, oh) I know you lose 'em, how you get 'em? I won't take your bitch (bitch) Yeah, I told 'em I make money, money don't make this shit (yeah) Change my life off being me, so why would I fake this shit? (Yeah) They try to take my flow, don't fuck with no plagiarists (at all) We could solve it, if that shit a problem (nah, for real) Nigga, I was gettin' guala, I said fuck a prom, uh (for real) I was rockin' BAPEs, when I seen y'all niggas rockin' Toms (for real) When you feel like this, no, you wouldn't even change your flaws Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)