Pressure

Snoop, Snoop, Snoop

Ah, ah

Got the city on my back, ****, Eastside savages

Pistol grip pump on my lap, automatic shit

Indo smoke, fucking with a **** cataracts

Roll down the window, sound of the battle axe

Po-po outside, looking for the shooter

Whole set with me, we don't need no approval

Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler

Finger on the trigger, watching these ****

Swinging down on my chariot, dodging the law

Looking in my rearview, ****, guess who I saw? (Who?)

Dre, the dope man cooking that dope

He was serving that bass, I was selling that coke

Doing 'bout a hunnid on these century spokes

Wit' a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope

Precious diamonds on my fingers like I'm Lord of the Rings

Lifting up my left leg just to piss on your dreams

Now when I let the dog out

These pussy cats get frisky

I think you took the wrong route

My ****, that shit risky

Psycho, I know you don't want a light show

Eyes low, maestro, smoking on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real

Be real

(Pressure) No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel

(Pressure) And look at her in them heels, do anything for a dollar bill

Talking 'bout mass appeal, ooh

Oh my God (Pressure)

Been a long time coming, now we back on the move

Nothing to prove, it's just another rendezvous

Speaking of which, I'm looking for a bitch to please

Which of these in need of a different breed? Yeah

Yard dog in a yacht club, no etiquette

She said she wanna eat a hot Dogg, I'ma relish it

You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?

This ain't for the delicate, all my shit is effortless

Dead, that's how I like my fuckin' presidents

30 years later and ya **** still relevant

Top of the world, yeah, ****, that's my residence

Eastside Crip shit, gang bang etiquette

Now when I let the dog out

These pussy cats get frisky

I think you took the wrong route

My ****, that shit risky

Psycho, I know you don't want a light show

Eyes low, maestro, smoking on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real

Be real

(Pressure) No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel

(Pressure) And look at her in them heels, do anything for a dollar bill

Talking 'bout mass appeal, ooh

Oh my God (Pressure)