Lyrics Bad - Snoop Dogg
(Hit-Boy)
Check
it
out
Everybody
got
a
third
eye,
right?
But
when
you
don't
take
heed,
you
fail
to
follow
your
instincts
Things
could
go
bad
So
bad
that
you
might
find
yourself
In
a
hole
you
can't
dig
yo'
way
out
of
Bustin'
at
the
honeycomb,
money
on
the
mental
Ski
mask,
gloves,
two
choppers,
and
a
pistol
Outside
dark
like
thoughts
niggas
thinking
We
Hitboy
strike,
leave
sauce
niggas
leakin'
Speaking
on
Vix
on
the
list
for
the
lay
down
How
much
the
worth,
plus
dirt
where
they
stay
now
Hustle
gets
whoever,
we
ain't
carin'
'bout
the
odds
Move
with
precision,
and
catch
'em
by
surprise
Ride
for
this
money,
yeah,
we
gotta
run
it
smooth
Scopin'
niggas,
hope
to
win
it,
slidin'
on
this
move
Stupid
ammunition
for
this
mission,
it's
a
groove
If
everybody
play
they
part,
then
can't
none
of
us
lose
Scooped
up,
then
maced
up,
tape
in
this
canister
Heavy
construction,
we
swing
with
the
hammer
Knocked
down
my
blunt,
think
we
all
saddled
up
Double
check
weapons,
prepare
for
the
rush
Don't
nobody
bust,
'less
you
absolutely
needed
All
the
last
means
left
to
get
to
the
precedence
Snatch
niggas
seeds
and
laugh
at
they
pleadin'
Block
every
option
'til
cash
is
relinquished
Wish
Dash
got
the
kill,
with
my
hands
on
the
stick
Piled
in
the
G,
ride
mash
to
the
lick
Head
across
the
city,
on
the
backstreets
crawlin'
Clicked
it
off
safety
as
soon
as
I
saw
him
Two
body
guards
rotatin'
by
the
entrance
Slid
up
quick,
got
straight
to
my
business
Doors
flew
open,
then
time
slow
motion
The
young
nigga
with
us
let
his
eyes
start
smokin'
Blinks
stay
soakin'
as
the
people
stood
frozen
Bricks
in
the
open,
just
to
shit,
we
was
hopeless
Secure
the
location,
secure,
then
we
maced
'em
Snatched
up
the
boss,
to
the
back
where
I
take
'em
Full
cooperation,
you
fuckin'
with
some
gangsters
Tell
us
where
the
safe,
or
it's
murder
in
the
making
Money
or
your
life
now,
I'ma
do
it
right
now
Playing
games,
mothafucker,
I'ma
blow
your
lights
out
Wait
'fore
you
stretch
'em,
'cause
get
the
message
We
bank
to
the
safe,
scrape
stacks
full
of
cheddar
Duffle
bags
stuffed
with
the
jewels
and
the
product
Creepin'
out
the
crib,
and
the
pigs
just
pop
up
Soon
as
a
nigga
got
close
to
the
bag
Reached
out
for
it
and
his
hopes
got
dashed
E'rything
swept
up,
gone
in
a
flash
One
false
move
and
the
shit
went
bad
Can
I
get
a
witness?
Eastside
niggas
with
the
bidness
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