Lirik Lagu Joy - Snoop Dogg
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My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)Good morningWithout you here, my joy seems cruelYeah
Magnum opus, nigga, we the eliteShe ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gangTook the crumbs and I made me a feastYou want a piece? Nigga, bon appétitTime to fuck up the streetsBlowing big Mr. Fuck The PoliceDead presidents, forgot to impeach, gangSnatch crumbs out the mouth of the beastHere's a piece all my niggas eatTime to fuck up the streets
They wanna stick me for my paper, no BiggieDeath Row '94, I brought the hammer wit' meThis rap shit done went soft on niggasYou know the rest, LAX, take off on niggas
I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida locoFacts in a chokehold hey Siri, we need some more hoesI know you hear me, in your theory, we gon' poke holesTwo middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo
Come have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figuresRoad to the riches bitches at the Staples Center hitting switchesCelebrate my nigga Kobe like JFKAnd turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday
No more TED Talk let the bread talkOG loud, nigga, Kid Rock, city in a headlockBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty
Yeah, you on the clock tick-tock, nigga, kick rocksWith the position you're in, I'd be pissed offMy clip cough 3-2-1, lift offShe paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost
I bet a blank check will dry up all them tearsBlack Moses give me my roses while I'm here wit' yaThey say an artist paint 'til ain't nothing leftThat's what the fuck I call a brush wit' deathWhat you expect, cuh?
Magnum opus, nigga, we the eliteShe ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gangTook the crumbs and I made me a feastYou want a piece? Nigga, bon appétitTime to fuck up the streetsBlowing big Mr. Fuck The PoliceDead presidents, forgot to impeach, gangSnatch crumbs out the mouth of the beastHere's a piece all my niggas eatTime to fuck up the streets
My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)When you left, you took part of meWhat can I do?
Magnum opus, nigga, we the eliteShe ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gangTook the crumbs and I made me a feastYou want a piece? Nigga, bon appétitTime to fuck up the streetsBlowing big Mr. Fuck The PoliceDead presidents, forgot to impeach, gangSnatch crumbs out the mouth of the beastHere's a piece all my niggas eatTime to fuck up the streets
They wanna stick me for my paper, no BiggieDeath Row '94, I brought the hammer wit' meThis rap shit done went soft on niggasYou know the rest, LAX, take off on niggas
I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida locoFacts in a chokehold hey Siri, we need some more hoesI know you hear me, in your theory, we gon' poke holesTwo middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo
Come have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figuresRoad to the riches bitches at the Staples Center hitting switchesCelebrate my nigga Kobe like JFKAnd turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday
No more TED Talk let the bread talkOG loud, nigga, Kid Rock, city in a headlockBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty
Yeah, you on the clock tick-tock, nigga, kick rocksWith the position you're in, I'd be pissed offMy clip cough 3-2-1, lift offShe paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost
I bet a blank check will dry up all them tearsBlack Moses give me my roses while I'm here wit' yaThey say an artist paint 'til ain't nothing leftThat's what the fuck I call a brush wit' deathWhat you expect, cuh?
Magnum opus, nigga, we the eliteShe ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gangTook the crumbs and I made me a feastYou want a piece? Nigga, bon appétitTime to fuck up the streetsBlowing big Mr. Fuck The PoliceDead presidents, forgot to impeach, gangSnatch crumbs out the mouth of the beastHere's a piece all my niggas eatTime to fuck up the streets
My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)When you left, you took part of meWhat can I do?
