Letra de Pressure - Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre

(Feat. Dr. Dre, K.A.A.N.)

Snoop, Snoop, Snoop

Ah, ah

Got this city on my back, nigga, Eastside savages

Pistol grip pump on my lap, automatic shit

Indo smoke, fuckin' with a nigga cataracts

Roll down the windows, sound of the battle axe

Popo outside lookin' for the shooter

Whole set with me, we don't need no approval

Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler

Finger on the trigger, watchin' these niggas

Swingin' down on my chariot dodgin' the law

Lookin' in my rearview, nigga, guess who I saw (Who?)

Dre the dopeman cookin' that dope

He was servin' that bass, I was sellin' that coke

Doin' 'bout a hunnid on these century spokes

With a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope

Precious diamonds on my fingers like I'm Lord of the Rings

Liftin' up my left leg just to piss on your dreams

Now when I let the dog out

These pussy cats get frisky

I think you took the wrong route

My nigga, that shit risky

Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show

Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Be real, pressure)

No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel (Oh, oh, pressure)

And look at her in them heels

Do anything for a dollar bill

Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)

Pressure

Been a long time comin', now we back on the move

Nothin' to prove, it's just another rendezvous

Speakin' of which, I'm lookin' for a bitch to please

Which of these in need of a different breed? (Yeah)

Yard dog in the yacht club, no etiquette

She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I'ma relish it

You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?

This ain't for the delicate, all my shit is effortless (Dead)

That's how I like my fuckin' presidents

Thirty years later and your nigga still relevant

Top of the world, yeah, nigga, that's my residence

Eastside Crip shit, gang bang etiquette

Now when I let the dog out

These pussy cats get frisky

I think you took the wrong route

My nigga, that shit risky

Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show

Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Be real, pressure)

No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel (Oh, oh, pressure)

And look at her in them heels

Do anything for a dollar bill

Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)

Pressure

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