[Swizz Beatz:]
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Here we go

[Snoop Dogg:]
Nigga, understand
West Coast son of Sam
Drumming wit' a hunnid bands
Cause that ain't shit to a real crip, cuz
You'll swallow every clip
Before a nigga slip, cuz
LBC, yeah, we gets love
213, rest in peace Nate
It's real in the field, keep your cleats laced
Crack a bitch
Hit the switch and make the back scrape down
Smoke a pound when I move around, yeah
The world is my lounge chair
Real sharks turn guppies
Y'all drowned here
When everyday to me is New Year's Eve
Swizzy the countdown (Snoop)

[Swizz Beatz:]
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[Snoop Dogg:]
Now I'm back getting another bag
Clocking the grip, never gon' slip, I put the "R" in Crip
C's up, G's up, B's up, augh
He's up, we's up, Easter
Get a real woman, don't trust these slu-
And when you're around the cops don't say three much
It gets cold for a winner in the winter
For a rich Crip shit can get, Big Dogg, pick of the litter
Stopped drinking cause my liver act up
But now I bring back the savage like a rental
Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle
Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like

[Swizz Beatz:]
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[Snoop Dogg:]
Go crazy in this muthafucka right now
Go crazy in this bitch, muthafuckin' now
Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now
Go crazy in this bitch, right, right
C-R-I-P
Y'all ain't gon ever see a G like me again
So get a glimpse of a winner
A rich crip, shit can get-a
Swizzy the countdown

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