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Gotti, I always hear you talking about this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit?
Let me tell you, you know what I'm saying
You know when they say two is company and three is a crowd
Well, look here, you know, in Studio B
Three is never a crowd
I'ma tell you a little more about it
(Oh, you don't know)
Take it off so we can break it off
What's going on behind closed doors (Yeah, yeah)
In Studio B? (Haha, you feel me? You feel me?)
Take it off so we can break it off
Everybody's coming out of them clothes (Yeah, yeah)
In Studio B (You feel me? You feel me?)
Take it off so we can break it off
Peep out the scenery, me and my nigga Snoop Dogg smoking greenery
Drugged off in X-ray scenery (Yeah, yeah)
We see two soldiers tag teaming, money fiending
Bitches scheming, the hood cabrita but she dreaming (Yo)
My money's made like triple beam in my mini-14
Studio B, nigga, we pull 'em at ease
Claiming bitches like true Gs from New Orleans to Sicily
You wanna please, then bitch, hit your motherfucking knees
Snoop, won't you pass me the weed?
This bitch got me feeling weak
This nut licking and dick sucking got me fiending to fuck her
'Cause she's a fire dick sucker, bad motherfucker (Woo, woo)
Hoping the rubber don't bust, got me thinking I'm stuck
'Cause strange things be leaving a nigga fucked
(What? What? What? Say what? Say what?)
On the dick, run that shit for me one more time (Say that, say that)
What's going on behind closed doors (Yeah, yeah)
In Studio B? (You feel me? You feel me? You feel me?)
Take it off so we can break it off
Everybody's coming out of them clothes (Yeah, yeah)
In Studio B (You heard me? You feel me? You heard me?)
Take it off so we can break it off
Studio B's pulling with ease, smoking on trees
Yo, let me be the nigga, put these bitches on E (Ya heard me?)
This is Tank love, baby, hit the beat of the flow
And if you ain't about three, hit the motherfucking do'
Pretending not to be a ho, bitch, let yourself go
Because you knew where you was going when you hit the Lexus do'
With some G's about flipping and flocking you hoes
So hit your fucking knees, don't be afraid to expose
Studio B's one of my favorite hobbies
Be sucking and fucking, laying back, smoking on trees
Flying overseas, my nigga Snoop from
Tha Pound (What up? What up? What up?)
Put me in the game with the sweet chocolate brown ass
Beating by the pound to the sound of a ride
Gotti opened up the do', told her, "
Bitch, get inside" (Let's ride, haha)
(Oh, you don't know)
(What we rolling? Take it off, take it off, take it off)
What's going on behind closed doors (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In Studio B? (You feel me? You heard me?)
Take it off so we can break it off
Everybody's coming out of them clothes (Yeah, yeah)
In Studio B (You feel me? You feel me?)
Take it off so we can break it off (Come on)
One loop, two loop, three little hoes (Uh-huh)
Snoop Dogg at the studio with the Gambinos
Doing our thang No Limit style
Make it worth your while, girl, go and sit down
Let me holler at you for a minute, I'm in it to win it
See my tank? I represent No Limit
They call me Snoop Dogg and I'm a ho catcher
Snoop Dogg is on the mic and I'm the ho snatcher
If you say the wrong thing, bang bang, it's going down
Represent Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound for life
Don't quit, don't stop, you see
Break a bitch off slowly but surely in Studio B
What's going on behind closed doors
In Studio B? (I mean, it just be hoes all over this motherfucker)
Everybody's coming out of them clothes
In Studio B (We still make it happen, ya heard me?)
Everybody's coming out of them clothes
In Studio B (We got the drank, we got
The smoke, we got beats by the pound)
What's going on behind closed doors
In Studio B? (Yeah, I wanna say what's
Up to all them real players out there)
Everybody's coming out of them clothes
In Studio B (From coast to coast, from down
South to the most, from the east to the west)
Everybody's coming out of them clothes
In Studio B (From the north, everywhere, ya heard me?)
Snoop Dogg and this motherfucker doing the Gambino style
Gambino style, Gambino style, trick bitch



Авторы: Poole Raymond Emile, M. Johnson, E. Bell, L. Johnson, R. Johnson Copyright: Payday Empire Music, Raymond Emile Poole, Ultra Empire Music (bmi), Ultra Empire Music



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