Y'All Gone Miss Me Feat． KoKane E

Y'all gonna miss me. Y'all gonna miss me. Never miss what you had 'til it's gone. Yeah, y'all gonna miss me. Yeah, y'all gonna miss me. Hmm, Who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit, Before you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your Head, and represent your motherfucking set 'til you Dead. Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds. Roll a joint in the bathtub getting head. Put the G in the P, flip the G To a key, put the West Coast back on The map, baby. Check my styles, Check my files. I've been gangbanging since I was A juvenile. They cut me loose in nine deuce, I swore to tell the whole truth. Keep it gang bang, hundred proof. Everybody say, "Hey Snoop, did Death Row pay me?" Look here, young loc, shit, it's all to the Grave. I really can't trip off the past. On the real, I had a blast. Tupac, rest in peace, and God bless all my Enemies. Raindrops falling on my head. Fucking with them haters, messing with my bread. Talking about the raindrops falling on my head. Fucking with them haters, sleeping in my bed. La-da-da-da-da-da. Ain't no limit on this shit, Ain't no gimmick. Master P, good looking out, Homeboy, salute my lieutenant. I'm in it knee-deep and can't creep no more. I had to move down south on the low-low For sure though. Dipping through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey, Mystikal V, 90 C, Bars and P. Windows on tint, riding like the president. It's evident, shit, I'm doing good. I moved out the hood like I should. And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood. But I don't give a fuck if I'm Misunderstood. Twenty Crips on the slip, Yeah, it's all to the good. Yeah, the homies got twisted too. What'd you say? Oh, the homies might get me? They'll get you. Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it. And don't pay 'em no mind, dog. Man, I'm trying. Raindrops falling on my head. Fucking with them haters, messing with my bread. Talking the raindrops falling on my head. Messing with my baby, who's sleeping in my bed. La-da-da-da-da-da. Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back On. Knick-knack, patty-wack, give the dog a home. With a gang of pit bulls, rottweilers, And Doberman Pinschers. Bonafide killers, the illest caterpillars that you Ever wanna meet. Straight up out the ghetto where They pack the heavy metal. I got my hand on the wheel, my foot On the gas pedal. I'm driving Dogg House to The next level. And bucking two shots at the Devil. Run up on his ass and blast like A rebel. Turn up the treble 'cause I hit You with the bass. Remember my name and remember My face. Remember these words and remember the Taste. And remember, we all gotta leave this place. I'm trying to stay focused. I'm the locus in the game, the rap prime Minister, Mr. G Game. Raindrops falling on my head. Fucking with the wrong folks, messing with my Spread. Talking about the raindrops falling on my Head. Messing with my baby, who's sleeping in my Bed. La-da-da-da-da-da. Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all gonna Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all gonna miss me. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Y'all gonna miss me the morning. When it's four in the morning. Y'all outside. So we gonna go. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, Y'all gonna miss me.