Lyrics Countdown - Snoop Dogg , Swizz Beatz

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Snoop Dogg
Here we go
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)

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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, Bigg Dogg, pick of the litter

Stopped drinking cause my liver act up
But now I bring back the savage like I'm a rental
Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle
Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like

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Snoop Dogg

Go crazy in this motherfucker right now (Here we go)
Go crazy in this bitch, motherfuckin' now
Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now (West Coast)
Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now (Snoop Dogg)
C.r.i.p, y'all ain't gon' never see a G like me, again
So get a glimpse of a winner
A rich crippy and go-getter, Swizzy the countdown
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Snoop Dogg