Snoop Dogg - Real Talk (R.I.P. Tookie) lyrics

rate me

Yo felly wat up

Two in da morning while u yawnin I jump out my bed

limewire we fire at yo motha fuckin head

You betta duck, left u stuck, full it struck

Homie, wat, nigga, wat, wat, wat, wat, wat, wat, wat

Dope fiends need dope like y'all need air to breathe

And every hussla on the corner needs cheese

If y'all want dat get your throwback

Pull your braids out and roll yo fro back

Just like dat

I bend it slow, let me tell u wat I'm in it fo

Sorta like a mineral, but I'm more than a general

No longer a criminal, me an Tookie Williams for real

We were identical, he took me to the pinnacle

And they wanna know how I feel about the governor,

Arnold Schwarzenegger, (he's a nice guy, I love him)

Yeah whatever

Hmmm

So I'ma spread tha word now that my OG is free as a bird

U heard wat I said; u thought that he was betta off dead

But his teachings and doctrines is wat I'ma spread

I love leading those, who love to be led

And I love feeding those, who wanna be fed

So stand in line and get your tickets

Ain't no wine and no bread

It's just lines and new rhymes about the crimes that I did

If u doin it big, u gotta handle yo biz, and in the memory of

We go educate the kids

Sangfroid that's the word and the lesson

For those unaware that means I'm calm under pressure

Teacher, teacher, could u please kick some old skool rhymes?

Can u show them you've not forgotten where you've come from... ok

La-di-da-di, listen everybody

We do cause trouble, and we shoot up da party

We got just some niggas from the LBC

Fuck a nigga up quick

On some dangerous shit

Now for real, for real, we go the Beverly Hills

And do a couple of licks, till I stack me some bricks

And we will not quit, until we see fit

Schwarzeneggers a straight up bitch

But let me stay on course, I don't mean to drift

Cuz the scene is shift, we stay mean wit dis

Crispy clean wit dis, I'ma da OG as u seen wit dis

Keep a bad as bitch on some gangsta shit

Uuhuuh, Uuhuuh, Snoop Dogg, could u please

kick somethin 4 da ladies cuz u always forget about us

...okay check dis out baby

I had a stripper used to tip her her name was chanelle

She used to bring me money when I was locked up in jail

And when I got out, I was goin wit her everywhere

She understood me girl yeah she was wat a player

I didn't have to press it; never eva had to stress it

And every time I think about it, damn it's a blessin'

And I'm confessin', and I'm addressin'

All the ladies who love to love a real man

Do ya damn thang, don't be embarrassed

That's the truest form of love when it's at its purest

Don't have to second guess it, cuz tha S N double O

Is lookin 4 a real woman, not no ditty hoe

Ha-ha-ha, silly rabbit, tricks are for kids

You're just a BEYATCH!