Lirik Lagu Hollywood Bank Robbery - Snoop Dogg
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Intro: Daz & (Tray Deee) talking
Let's get paid Tray Deee(Shit what else we gon' do?)Hit this shit!(Fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it)That's what I'm sayin!(We're layin everybody in this motherfucker, DazThat's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready?)EVERYBODY LAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!!
Verse 1: Daz Dillinger
A nigga mash in the bank for lootThe robbery's commited and I'm prepared to shootblast em with the cops on pursuitIt's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like ratsHop over da corner get them fillin up my sackPistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidnessNiggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killinto master a ride out, get ghost to hide outCount my green, enforce my teamIt ain't a small-time dream no mo'What make the world go round? It's money, cars, bitches and dough
Chorus: Daz
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneWe The Gang, we mash to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 2: Tray Deee
Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spotFirst motherfucker reachin for the button get shotGot the M-1-6 plus the clips to workSix minutes to be in and get the chips and skirtScoot loot, one shot they holler and dropPop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knotsGot the whole room hostage, straight no nonsenseThe object is stompin accomplished profitsAnd never had no mercy for the victimDie, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer
Chorus: Tray Deee
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneSee we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneWe The Gang!
Verse 3: Daz
G's forgetten that A is for Anybody killin in itfor them niggas, the G's we be gettinWatch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidlyToo late the cops at the bank and they got to meEmpty the bread out the safe, make I escapeMake a dumb move for the moves you makeKABOOM, let the drama unfold, blast, reload$70 million out the back door, y'knowme and Tray Deee hits deep, hear the *?'plaud?* and the scherm is bloodLet's hit the store, start robbin for moreCheckin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front doorBangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yoursHood operator and none too greaterwith the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta hatersStuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zoneFinally puttin meat on my bones (At ease)
Chorus: Daz
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane (Got us all insane)We The Gang, we mash to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kurupt
See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealinand stickin up you bitch ass niggasI say we ride Eastside, slide forever in a dayThe DPG way!Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitchesQuick as I spin this is as quick as she getNigga I'm a ridah and that's on thisWe ain't gon' dip until we get them chipsWe splits the shit up, what I foldsGot a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccsTwo hundred spokes witta pocket full of notesBanktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throatReach for my Colt but on another noteI gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmmNowhere to run, nowhere to hideI point my pistols at the pig, DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!!!
All the homeys saggin, unload the MagnumE'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-inThe homeboys blastin, cop cars crashinGot all smashin hearts of assassinsHold up there's the cut (what?), duckCock back, soon as you look up, nigga dumpSee the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweakand I'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch meWe're blastin!
Chorus x2
Let's get paid Tray Deee(Shit what else we gon' do?)Hit this shit!(Fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it)That's what I'm sayin!(We're layin everybody in this motherfucker, DazThat's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready?)EVERYBODY LAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!!
Verse 1: Daz Dillinger
A nigga mash in the bank for lootThe robbery's commited and I'm prepared to shootblast em with the cops on pursuitIt's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like ratsHop over da corner get them fillin up my sackPistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidnessNiggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killinto master a ride out, get ghost to hide outCount my green, enforce my teamIt ain't a small-time dream no mo'What make the world go round? It's money, cars, bitches and dough
Chorus: Daz
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneWe The Gang, we mash to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 2: Tray Deee
Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spotFirst motherfucker reachin for the button get shotGot the M-1-6 plus the clips to workSix minutes to be in and get the chips and skirtScoot loot, one shot they holler and dropPop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knotsGot the whole room hostage, straight no nonsenseThe object is stompin accomplished profitsAnd never had no mercy for the victimDie, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer
Chorus: Tray Deee
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneSee we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insaneWe The Gang!
Verse 3: Daz
G's forgetten that A is for Anybody killin in itfor them niggas, the G's we be gettinWatch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidlyToo late the cops at the bank and they got to meEmpty the bread out the safe, make I escapeMake a dumb move for the moves you makeKABOOM, let the drama unfold, blast, reload$70 million out the back door, y'knowme and Tray Deee hits deep, hear the *?'plaud?* and the scherm is bloodLet's hit the store, start robbin for moreCheckin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front doorBangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yoursHood operator and none too greaterwith the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta hatersStuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zoneFinally puttin meat on my bones (At ease)
Chorus: Daz
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane (Got us all insane)We The Gang, we mash to maintainWeed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kurupt
See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealinand stickin up you bitch ass niggasI say we ride Eastside, slide forever in a dayThe DPG way!Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitchesQuick as I spin this is as quick as she getNigga I'm a ridah and that's on thisWe ain't gon' dip until we get them chipsWe splits the shit up, what I foldsGot a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccsTwo hundred spokes witta pocket full of notesBanktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throatReach for my Colt but on another noteI gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmmNowhere to run, nowhere to hideI point my pistols at the pig, DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!!!
All the homeys saggin, unload the MagnumE'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-inThe homeboys blastin, cop cars crashinGot all smashin hearts of assassinsHold up there's the cut (what?), duckCock back, soon as you look up, nigga dumpSee the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweakand I'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch meWe're blastin!
Chorus x2
