Jay Z - feat. Juvenile - Snoopy Track Lyrics
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Jay Z - feat. Juvenile - Snoopy Track

 


[Jay-Z]
Bounce, uh, ha, uh, ha, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
This is for my hustlerz, uh-huh
And for the bitches, uh-huh, yeah

Yo, yo, this is for my niggas down in Houston on candy pain
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami, Maine
All my niggas in the Atl throwin' dem bowls
All dem 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 cocoa
All the hataz eat a dick they wanna see ya broka
I hope that he stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope tha leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'mma toast to myself
I hope the Cris get me spiraling into a tizzy
So pissy swerving on the road dizzy
May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
First to do the flow sickly
Niggas is show shifty
The four-four is like a force field
You won't get me
I brought some folk with me
Brooklyn is lokin' with me
What tha fuck?

[Juvenile]
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life

[Jay-Z]
This is for my chicks that get dough for taking off they clothes
All dem money making honeys that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks whose grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe, hey yo
I like my women French feminine
I like my hoes all ex like Eminem
Shit I like 'em bow legged
Never coke headed ache
With a dough fetish
The drive to go get it
I like they toes propa
I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci
I like new koochie
I fucked a few groupies in a few hoopties
I got 'em ice burg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop dem Roc-a-wear
My mommies dedicated
They never tell me, to most they say he's not here
I got their ears studded
Both wrists briggeted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm tha don

[Juvenile]
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life

[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?
This is for my dice shooters
Cats doing life
By the time I get this kite to ya
I hope ya doing all right
Who got 'em platinum upped?
Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably
They laughing up
This shit is big pimpin'
See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em
I keep rappers talking 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 cared for hear the whistle from tha four-four barrel
Keep the flow Hovah
Icy neck, cold shoulder
Who clip is closest to to live Costa Nostra
It's tha rock

[Juvenile]
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life


 

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