Letra de Still Smokin - Snoop Dogg

Say, my nigga, huh

You not gon' believe this shit when I tell you this, cuh

Nigga, I had the craziest motherfucking dream

Listen when I tell you this, my nigga

I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records

We gon' take a trip right now

Like we always do about this time

No, we didn't

Haha, yes, he did

What the fuck is up, niggas and niggettes? Oh, yeah

We back up in this motherfucker

You wouldn't believe me even if I told you niggas

My game is cold, I could still mold you niggas

Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic

A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I'm bionic

SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon

Death Row, oh, no, can't let this shit go

I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate

I think I left a small piece on my plate

I'ma rework this shit and get a few things straight

Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create

Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape

And call my lil' cute bitch who loves smokin' on vapes

Let that settle in, Death Row back in (What up?)

Cuh gon' let 'em in (Ayy)

Ain't no love lost, nigga, understand me? (What?)

Those my carnales, that's my family (Haha)

We back on buzz

We ride for each other 'cause that's what it is, nigga

And that's what it was

Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business

We LLC'd up, Los Angeles G'd up

Yeah, yeah, I don't love you no more

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