Murder Was the Case movie

Murder Was the Case movie - 21 Jump Street lyrics

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Song 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>

<br>

[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>

<br>

[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>

<br>

[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>

<br>

[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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