Snoopy Track (feat. Juvenile)

Bounce

Uh, ha, uh, ha

Uh, uh, uh, huh

This for my hustlers, uh-huh

And for the bitches, yeah

Yo, yo

This is for my **** down in Houston on candy paint

All my **** in the dirty south, Miami main

All my **** in the ATL throwin' them bows

All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes

Holla at me, it's for the black culture

Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha

Spanish cats with the keys of coca

All the haters eat a dick, they wanna see you broker

I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over

All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya

Hope you'll never be sober, I'ma toast to myself

I hope the Crist get me, spiralin' into a tizzy

So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy

May God protect my soul, angels walk with me

First do the flow sickly, **** is so shifty

The .44 is like a force field, you won't get me

I brought some folk with me

Brooklyn is loc'n with me

What the fuck?

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes

All them money makin' honeys that slide down the poles

All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0

All the baby mamas across the globe, hey yo

I like my women friends feminine

I like my hoes on X like Eminem

Shit, I like them bow-legged, never coke-headed

With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it

I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada

I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie

I fucked a few groupies in a few hoopties

I got 'em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy

I cop them Rocawear, my mamis dedicated

They never tell me no, the most they said is not here

I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted

I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch

Forget it, I'm the don

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

Wha-what?

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life

By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' all right

Who got 'em platinum up?

Who got the chicks in the truck?

Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up

Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different

I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em

I keep rappers talkin' to kids, jigga sixth sensed 'em

Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence

You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough

Be so careful, hear the whistle from the .44 barrel

Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder

Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?

It's The Roc

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life

You know we ride

All day, all night

Pop Crist, shoot dice

Fuck hoes for life