Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna head wash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro, but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real, but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)

('Sup?) Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh, ah (let's go) You know wassup now (now) I stroll through the underworld in my up towns 'Til I'm over the hill I push touch-downs, it's over, I'm healed I put my crutch down, my vision is clear The central division is here They should give him a flare Give him a float, then give him the floor Just gimme my ye, gimme a yard I give you a year Lean on the yacht cap, gimme ya oars I'm rappin' the gift and the remedy dog It's what I shimmy down your chimneys for Money drop? (Nah) Your pennies from the penthouse I'm 50-20's from the 12th floor They waitin' on the downfall Of a G, like ground floor But I'ma be like Philly blunt Right here like right ear Grindin' like ground beef 'til me and the ground meet I get it crunk Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Yeah (goin' to) Yeah (uh) They should break in the company and take him in custody For takin' sumthin' so basic and makin' it uppity So publicly, so what if he hold something so stubbornly So grudgingly up in here for something that he does so lovingly From waitin' in the basement so humbly so hungrily Now it's finna get so ugly, so utterly unpretty So witty and so cunningly is he and there's no budgin' me It's like I'm next in line, there's no cuttin' me And it's like I never next to nine I never next in nine, well, I never Hold a rifle like motorcycle You know, where bad chicks sit Keep a .9 around my waist, like ninja back seat I mean I heat pack, like injured athlete So sit on back, before she get on back Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, yeah (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) No where, yeah So as long as I'm right here and as long as there's Nike Airs We gon' get it on as long as light years Or as long as light's here, right here You will last as long as a nice pair of white airs with slight care (nigga) In other words, your career as long as dyke hair Keep it right here, y'all ball fades I'm all braids with white hair All man from a cold land like white bears And I 'on't wanna go back to the bike chair (chair) Then send 'em back when the back of that dyke's there (there) It's Lu, player, well let me back up like endos back of the bikes in the air But this ain't new years (nah), MAC out the window So when you see this player limpin' With the passenger tucked, just follow procedure Swallow your pride, and follow the leader 'cause Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, uh-huh (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) ah, c'mon

El Lay Sunset Boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the 'Walk of Stars', now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood Downtown and back, life is always good It's not an act, we so fresh, so hood (It won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would Lakers, Dodgers, Ducks, Kings Angels, Clippers, real set trippers Clarify ride, we bonafide dippers ESPN, you know Sports Centre Spooned and groomed, dipped and wet Home of the NBA championship Purple and Gold, homie, let the story be told It's the city where you shoot your favorite television episode And you can hit the strip, Sunset Boulevard But you gotta have a Low-rider car With the skirts draggin', with the plaque in the back flaggin' Or put it in the back of the Chevy Wagon That's how we represent it, Dogg Birthplace of Chevrolet '64 Yeah, I love showin' it out First things first, my nig', you better know where you at You in El Lay Sunset Boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the 'Walk of Stars', now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood Downtown and back, life is always good It's not an act, we so fresh, so hood (It won't stop) You knew that it never would You knew that it never would Ridin' on the 405 On my way to pick up, baby 85 in the winter time Man, this place is crazy I love it, love it, love it, love it, love it Southern surfer Cali Rollin' down Fairfax, just left the Nico Bust a left turn on Pico Gotta see the Bishop, he got me some gator shoes I'm rollin' to Hollywood, I'm doin' the house of blues About 9 o clock, stop by the record shop And get that new Snoop Dogg, now we bouncin' ball Life is a mystery, my life is like history Stop by my dispensary Give me some kush and pusha Put it in the trunk, smellin' like a skunk But it's all legal in LA, everybody taking a hit From the politicians, athletes and even the teachers My dentist even hit it, Dr Beecher He say, "Snoop Dogg, I really wanna meet ya" Yeah, I love showin' you now First things first, my nig' you better know where you at You in El Lay Sunset Boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the 'Walk of Stars', now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood Downtown and back, life is always good It's not an act, we so fresh, so hood (It won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would El Lay

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Let you think you get the picture Bitch, you don't know how good I treat ya Shake it off, this pride and glory You dig up so many stories Oh, you're so under the thumb Four fingers from a knuckle sandwich Try my blood, it's just a starter No one tastes like me, yeah I'm pretty like a car crash, ugly as a lullaby You really wanna try it? Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Girl, I've been way too much to handle Bitch, I'll never be a good example Seen not heard is what they told me I look too good to be this lonely Oh, grab this loaded gun So hopeless, but I'm still romantic Bloodstained, I'm gonna blow a kiss And I bet it tastes like me, yeah I'm pretty like a car crash, ugly as a lullaby You really wanna try it? Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Lock up your sons, make way for the daughters You'll be the lamb and we'll be the slaughterer You've burnt the witches, now you're defenseless Who needs a Y with this many X's? Lock up your sons, make way for the daughters You'll be the lamb and we'll be the slaughterer You've burnt the witches, now you're defenseless Who needs a Y with this many X's? Lock up your sons, make way for the daughters You'll be the lamb and we'll be the slaughterer You've burnt the witches, now you're defenseless Who needs a Y with this many X's? Who needs a Y with this many X's? Who needs a Y with this many X's? Who needs a Y with this many X's? Who needs a Y with this many X's? I'm pretty like a car crash, ugly as a lullaby You really wanna try it? Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me Experiment on me