The Cure

Em Look Big Snoop Dogg Occupation real Am C Conversation skill show you how to make a mill' Em Pimpin' cath me on tour Am I headline the bill with beatufil bitches C I done been to brazil Em Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled Am C Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel Em They say they got the cure, well I ain't takin the pill Am C I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years Ya digg Em Can't give it up gettin money the way that I live Am C The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit Em Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is Am G The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this Em No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big Am Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit Em High flyin in the ?? Am C I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp Em What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch Am If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite Em Never give it up, man I love this shit Am Blunt after blunt, hit after hit Em Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden Am If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit Em Am Em Am Em A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block D Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks Em Am D Learned to throw them thangs Em Am Em Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg Am C I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp Em Now follow me, as I creep through the fog Am C Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge Em Before I put you in some shit D You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys To get you mothafuckas robbed Em Is five in the mornin' Am I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC C Where the climate is cold Em And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope Am Cause I spit that real shit In your ear you can ?? Em Spend summers on the beach Hidden gears on the boat Am D Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed Em What you call heat Eat a nigga'ho Am C Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold Em Its the problem, I dont need no antidote Am No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow Em I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road Am D Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes Em I've been doin this fo years Nigga thats how it goes Am Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold Em West coast camping no mean to brag the boss Am C The benz or the porche, I done have them both Em Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo Am Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast