Get Yo Bread Up Lyrics – Snoop Dogg
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride
Feeling like a pimp doing 55
In a 5-7, clean as a reverend LS3 so, G, keep my engine revving
Hella Heaven, you can’t tell a legend
See what you don’t know you won’t know enjoy your beverage
Separate with severance, I’m Rich Paul and Maverick
Libra gang, so you know that I’m leveraged
I keep that black book and the black heat and seldom seen
Like I own a hundred thousand Krispy Kreme’s
I’m doing doughnuts, the homies go nuts
See when Dogg in the town, ***, we turn up
Off that muthafuckin E-4-O mango-scotto
***, we sip it out the bottle
I’m in the bay for a day, let me bubble this play
And show you niggas how I parlay
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
Double R from the O, I mean a long time ago
We took me from the 9-8 block to the indo store
So I can make a quick purchase and run it back
I’m on my silicone ***, spend 10 made back a hundred stacks
It’s amazing how I hustle in so many ways
Count revenue streams in so many ways
We never watch the clock, so we don’t know how many days
I’m the quarterback ’cause I got so many plays
Digitally bit, physically fit
Snoop Dogg and the Mekanix, ***, this that ***
Bang that, bang that, bang that, slap
Make a *** say bring that back
Now, do I like her or do I love her?
I put my *** in gear and burn rubber
Spice one and short Dogg on the zap mayne
You wouldn’t know about it, ***, its a bay thang
*** era, beast mode
Candy paint, zenus and vogue’s (yes sir)
More deals to close, more bills to fold
Get you bread, homie, and stack that *** by the loads
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
G Bands and chops, orange juice and yachts
Prescription bottles, filled to the top
Filled with the rocks, the *** game
VIP’s for sale, we was blowing shade
Now I’m on top bigger thangs, I like real estate
I like platinum on my wrist, I did that today
I’m a smooth ass *** with a pocket full of cake
“Larry, where you from?” ***, I’m from the bay
Dippin’ and drippin’ I keep it on me I’m trippin’
Whole lot of women, they all say that I’m different
Fitted to my toes, I like bank rolls
*** you need speed it up, you know the bank finna close
A kick in the freezer, a 40 in the stove
I cried in the truck when I lost [?] homie
You don’t wanna see me win, I keep my head up
I’m going hard everyday and never letting up
What’s happening
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Niggas don’t want you to keep your head up
*** what they talking ’bout, ***, get yo’ bread up
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da