Testo della canzone Trading Places (The Game feat. Snoop Dogg), tratta dall'album Brake Lights

Trading Places - The Game feat. Snoop Dogg

You dream of trading places, i have been changing faces
You can not fill these shoes, there is to much to lose
I wake up behind these trenches, you run around defensless
There is to much lose, you can not fill these shoes
Be carefull what you wish for

If i was a crip i'd be from long beach cuz
Rocking the palminala, yelleow and black impala
Follow me two times ten, where the pigeons aint the only ones thats rollin
This escalades stolen caught him in the drive through
(We supposed to be brothers)
Long beach rollin twentys mutha fucka
V.i.p. gang bangin on the rooftops
Since dre made snoop hot the dogg pound blew drop
Boncin in manhattin crippin in the big apple
Blowing cronic smokin to a blue sky do i
Look like a mutha fuckin snitch
Hell na, doggy dogg got the whole fukin world yelling crip
Give a fuck about a bitch unless its my wife
? Its going to be a dog fight
No vick just rotwilers and pitts tell the d o double
G stay on his gangsta shit

Be carefull what you wish for

A little but i need a lot like to smoke weed alot swooowooop
Ya this is ceada block piru i do try you and you to
Mutha fuck you, you bitch nigga i retire you
Old ass cold cast smash on my enemys
Flamed up games up twist you like a centipied
Nigga we the west wha wha wha wha gatted up tatted up what it do blood
? Ever since grade school nigga been a mutha fuckin fool
While u and yo homies was playin tethaball me and my
Niggas was strikin up on the wall
So gangsta but now im rapping and shit slappin the clip stackin the grip
Red and black lac with the kit thats just how i dips out
I need my medicine just incase i flips out
So doctor, where you at nigga? lets rock em and represent bomton


Shut up bitch me and snoop make the world spin
From 2010

To 2012, thats when the world ends

Thats what they say huh? still waitin on dre huh?
Who smokin and pourin tangarai huh?
Its me and (doggy dogg) still creepin while you mutha
Fuckas crawl (and scratin fleas up off my balls)
And procead to fade em off.

Follow me im hip hoppin in the fo with my nigga roll
Nigga what they hittin fo
Two times tens on the pipes of the benz the bloods
And crips we back up in this bitch again

So pass the mutha fuckin hen befo i black out go deep
Cover 94 and pull this mutha fuckin mack out
Try to pull my g card its maxed out?
? Do they thing dont make us pull those polys and
Those lacs out, start gang banging.

West coast is what we bang he flame she bang nuthin
But a g thang what is what it was
Game what it do blood put 44 slug in his mutha fuckin mugg.

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