Murder Was the Case movie - 21 Jump Street lyrics
rate meSong by Snoop Dogg and Tray Deee<br /><br>
[Snoop:]<br>
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all<br>
it's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs<br>
are invited, so go and enlight it<br>
cause it's the first time in a long time (right)<br>
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85<br>
when the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride<br>
on motherfuckers like it was the thing to do<br>
eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)<br>
You know what the fuck I'm talking about<br>
after party on the lake at the big homie's house<br>
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun<br>
cause everybody in the house's from two-one...<br>
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[Tray Deee:]<br>
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started<br>
and you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest<br>
Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy<br>
so step with your rap and we bring the noise<br>
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches<br>
dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches<br>
No snitches allowed inside the crowd<br>
cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang<br>
In to have some fun represent two-one<br>
and bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...<br>
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[Snoop:]<br>
Yeah, King Park was the location<br>
and the bigga G that was my destination<br>
(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me<br>
and L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It's like)<br>
<br>
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect)<br>
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)<br>
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect)<br>
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)<br>
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tatatata.....<br>
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[Snoop (Tray):]<br>
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip<br>
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)<br>
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)<br>
and chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)<br>
Strolling through the Park one day<br>
puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray<br>
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing<br>
back together like it was supposed to see<br>
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[Tray:]<br>
Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture<br>
and if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya<br>
Game from the heart, I came from the start<br>
see I was regulating when crackers was the daily's<br>
<br>
[Snoop:]<br>
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*<br>
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)<br>
Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters<br>
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders<br>
<br>
[Tray:]<br>
And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke<br>
come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke<br>
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)<br>
and just for a second we're waking 'em up<br>
(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet<br>
with a small dedication to two-one street<br>
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