Gun Smoke E

Snoop Dogg, what up, dog? Snoop Dogg? What's up, my dude? Ah, Tech, what's up, baby? You got something for Me, fuck nigga. What it, G? What up, though, my nigga? What's happening with it? You what I'm saying? Shit, you know me, My nigga. You saying? Out here in the natty just doing what I Do. You know I'm saying? Oh, for real? Hey, dog, what's Sho. Me holler at you real quick, dog. I can Dig that. Sorry, gangsta shit. Oh, you wanna hear that? That's fucking do. You it. Drip. What it, G? Nigga, I am where it's cooking At. Nigga, ain't no looking back. Nigga, what you looking at? Lost it in the dice game, took it back. Look at that nigga with the black on. Me and Tech back on. I'm the rapper, so I got to get my Rap on. He's the producer with the bass. Now clap on, snap on my fitted. Shoot a shot, he hit it. Lit it slow. Really though, from the city though. Where they kill for a penny. Shot him, Satan send him back to the hideaway. I'm trying to find a ride away. Grew up on the darker side, pray for a Brighter day. Fuck the alphabet, PD, And the C to the outta A. Every nigga grab a K, aim it in the Same way. Until they fucking go away. Bang it 'til they blow away. Trying to do a show a day. Raise my level, lower my car, and shoot at These motherfucking fake rap stars. I'd rather not, too much time to be taking. Ain't no faking when you caking and baking and Making moves like a CEO. Telling on a G, a ho. Threw up the set to see a friend or Foe. 'Cause I ain't got nothing for him but Some info. Small bag of indo, a pot to Piss in, and a one-room flat so he can Throw it out the window. Yep, Tech, this my intro. Doggy, where you hanging at? Homie, can you bring it back? We need some money and some things and a Starter pack. A few tickets and we'll kick it Back to you, loc. No thang, a friendly game Or some gun smoke.