文本歌词

21 Jumpstreet - Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)/Tray Deee
Composed by：DR
Hear ye hear ye come one come all
It's the first annual G-nic and all my Doggs
Are invited so go on and light it
'Cause it's the first time in a long time right
Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherf**kers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five eighty-fo' eight-three
And year eighty-two eighty-two
You know what the f**k I'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherf**king gun
'Cause everybody in the house's from two-one
Twenty-first street burst street where it all started
And you know east side long beach the hardest
N***as coming realer than the Real McCoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly b***hes homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
'Cause this is the G thang east side LBC brang
Finna have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a mothaf**king gun and a
Yeah King Park was the location
And to be a G that was my destination
We were lookin' up to n***as coming up before me
And LBC into my east side homies
It's like
Nobody can see you but you yeah the east side's perfect
Nobody can see you but you ha ha now that's worth it
Nobody can see you but you hell yeah
The East side's perfect
Nobody can see you but you ha ha
Yeah now that's worth it
Tatataratatatara
Tatataratatatara
Tatataratatatara
If ya bring a strap then ya have to trip
So if you're on a mission n***a go on and dip
We got meat to eat freaks to meet
And chronic we can smoke on and forever get a loc on
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat a*s J with my homie named Tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing
Back together like it was supposed to see
'Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make
'Em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart I came from the start
See I was regulating when Cragars was the Daytons
N***a let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back what's up
Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of
Now and laters
While I'm rolling with the steelers
And killin' with the raiders
And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up hmm hmm
Shaking 'em up yeah
And just for a second we're waking 'em up
Continue giving up game on this tight a*s beat
With a small dedication to two-one street