Testo Joy - Snoop Dogg

Testo della canzone Joy (Snoop Dogg), tratta dall'album Iz It a Crime?

The world is cold, my friends are few (Good morning)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Yeah)
Magnum opus, nigga, we the elite
She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? Nigga, bon appétit
Time to fuck up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the Police
Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here's a piece, all my niggas eat
Time to fuck up the streets
They wanna stick me for my paper, no biggie
Death Row, nine-four, I brought the hammer with me
This rap shit done went soft on niggas
You know the rest, LAX, take off on niggas
I'm talking low-lows, a couple of cholos
La vida loco, facts in a chokehold
Hey Siri, we need some more hoes
I know you hear me in your Siri, we gon' poke holes
Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo
Come have a seat with us, keep discrete figures
Road to the riches, bitches at the Staples Center hitting switches
Celebrate my nigga Kobe like JFK
And turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday
No more TED Talk, let the bread talk
OG Loud, nigga, Kid Rock, city in a headlock
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip gin and juice when we thirsty
Yeah, you on the clock, tick-tock, nigga, kick rocks
With the position you're in, I'd be pissed off
My clip called three, two, one, lift off
She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the Lyft cost
I bet a drink check would dry up all them tears
Black Moses, give me my roses while I'm here with you
They say an artist paint 'til ain't nothing left
That's what the fuck I call a brush with death
What you expect, cuz?
Magnum opus, nigga, we the elite
She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? Nigga, bon appétit
Time to fuck up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the Police
Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang
Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here's a piece, all my niggas eat
Time to fuck up the streets
The world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
The world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
When you left, you took a part of me
What can I do? What can I do?
The world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)
Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)



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Writer(s): Mary J. Blige, Chucky Thompson, Joel Lamonte Hailey, Nelson R. Pigford, Ekundayo Paris, Sean J. Combs, Koryn M Hawthorne
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