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Snoop Dogg – That’s My Nigga Lyrics

That’s My N---- by Snoop Dogg
Released : 2017


Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton s---
Yeah, haha

I’m on the eastside rollin’ with my westside n----- (westside, westside, westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, n----
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin’, pray they don’t catch my n---- (I pray they don’t catch my n----)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n----
And burn this b---- down like Left Eye, n----
That’s my n----, word up

4HUnnid n---- with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out [??] n---- with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my n----- (my n-----)
Come through poppin’ with all my n----- (my n-----)
You should’ve seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You should’ve seen how we ate last dinner
I don’t f--- with them Hollywood n-----
I don’t f--- with them Hollywood n-----
In the game, I’m the keep it right, n----
‘Cause all these rap n----- know my n----- wanna get ’em
Basic b------ came to s--- this d---, no
Basic b------ came to f--- the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker s---
I’ma do it my way n----, f--- the script

Came thru the block with everything that’s new
Sippin’ that motherfuckin’ DS2
I can’t f--- with him if he ain’t true
They like, “He alright but he ain’t you”
We like, five milli on board the ship
I was the richest n---- on the tip
Locked down the the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot s---
Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain’t gotta ask me, n----, you ain’t got s---
You ain’t talkin’ money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only f-----’ with n----- that be on cop s---
I be only f-----’ with b------ that get it poppin’
You don’t wanna see on of my n----- face in a stockin’
Tear up your corner over some nonsense

I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside n----- (westside, westside, westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, n---- (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my n---- (I pray they don’t catch my n----)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n----
And burn this b---- down like Left Eye, n----
That’s my n----, word up

Can a real crip, get a lil’ bit?
Dump on a n---- for some silly s---
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang n----- who he really with (crip!)
And we don’t talk to no motherfuckin’ law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin’ that raw, n----
Roll through the city, Gat by your side
Bangin’ with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get f----- off
N----, this’s crip on my, two times
Don’t give a f--- and we’ll bust him one time, n----
What y’all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin’ it off

I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside n----- (westside, westside, westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, n---- (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my n---- (I pray they don’t catch my n----)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my n----
And burn this b---- down like Left Eye, n----
That’s my n----, word up