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Testo Oh No - Snoop Dogg feat. 50 Cent

Testo della canzone Oh No (Snoop Dogg feat. 50 Cent), tratta dall'album R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent and S-N double O-P
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
Every time I come around, they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the grip up in my four-four
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thing like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
It's lights out (Lights out)
Here comes Snoop (Oh no) (What's up? What's up now? Huh? Oh no)
Ricky-ticky-timble, C's is the symbol
Corduroy khakis, Stacy's and brimmed up
Straight cutters just to keep you trimmed up
1-8-7, Oh yeah, now you remember?
He's electrifying and original
So gangsta, Snoop Dogg the criminal
The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut
Hugged up with your bitch-ass, I don't give a fuck
You better check that ho, that's what's wreckin', G
Now step your game down, 'cause ain't no checkin' me
You'll be respectin' me until you leave this room
When my gat go boom, hollows go zoom (Blaow)
Now your name's on a tomb
They pourin' out liquor with no room to consume
You silly buffoon
I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin' 'em
Walkin' in my big blue Chucks, cuz, I'm killin' 'em
Every time I come around, they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the grip up in my four-four
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thing like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
It's lights out (Lights out)
Here comes Snoop (Oh no)
(What up, cuz? What's happenin', nigga?)
Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (Yeah)
Hundred miles an hour, Porsche flyin' with my iron (Uh-huh)
He who fears fate, lives like a coward
You go against me, you'll be devoured
That Nina get to poppin', you'll have a change of heart
I hit your chest a couple times, you'll have to change your heart
Had Doc usin' donors, dead niggas for spare parts
You come back with lungs of a snitch and the heart of a dead Narc
Niggas never see the light 'til a spark
Then they bleed and get cold, then shit get dark (Uh-huh)
You can call me the Beast from the East, I run these streets
You could eat dick and balls or you could work for me
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
Push me, a hundred red beams'll get to spinnin' (Woo)
Your services are no longer needed, rock-a-bye, baby
My gun'll do it to you with a little TEC, nigga (Yeah)
Every time I come around, they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the grip up in my four-four
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thing like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
It's lights out (Lights out)
Here comes Snoop (Oh no)
(What up, Snoop? Oh no)
I'm bailin' through the door again, let the Mo-Mo pour again
Me and my ho again, yeah, she got the four up in this gun
And I'ma bust it if you try to rush us
Or touch us or sucka duck us, it'll crack off
Now back off, real slow (Back up, nigga)
And if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Yeah, that's my reputation, you test my patience
And you and your fam bam gon' hear the blam-blam
Motherfucker, I'm at it again
They done let that motherfucker up out of the pen
And now he lookin' for me, what the heck? (What?)
My game is built on respect
Now I'm breathin' down your motherfuckin' neck
I dumps 'til my clip is empty
I'm headin' down Wilshire to San Vicente
And when I get there, don't ask who sent me
Just take them Glocks and drop it like it's hot
Every time I come around, they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the grip up in my four-four
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thing like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
It's lights out (Lights out)
Here comes Snoop (Oh no)
Hahaha, yeah, dog (Oh no)
Just when you thought I was gone
Slide back up on you like the wind
Hurricane D-O double G
With the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Michael J. Clervoix, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Rondell Edwin Turner
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