Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa - Talent Show lyrics

rate me

Chorus

Every time I go out

I'm blowing that smoke out

I buy it don't even know the price

I talk as I live it

Come pay me a visit and

I'll be somewhere up in the sky

My nigga, It's bout go down

We fly, it's no lie, that we high, till we die

We up and these hoes out

Rolling up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside

Got a joint filled with quality shit

My bottom b*tches smoking with me niggers talk shit, all of em' shrimp

I'm a big fish, roll a joint, lick it once till you hit this

Groupies on my dick, Several b*tches on my hit list

In and out these niggas bitches smoking tree

And not to mention hustlers try to match my business

You prolly went to class while I was in the hallway skippin'

Yeah I hear what they saying just be too hot to listen

Got my money tripping if I even fold it wrong... smoking this good

If it's fire tell you that I sold it all

Or wait till one of my hoes come around and roll it up,

Or say f*ck it and cuff it till I can smoke a dub

I show up, I show up, I show up

Car push to start hit the button once it goes off.

Keep the money coming in n' them papers rolled up

Man worry about a hatin' nigga thinking no love

Chorus

Every time I go out

I'm blowing that smoke out

I buy it don't even know the price

I talk as I live it

Come pay me a visit and

I'll be somewhere up in the sky

My nigga, It's bout go down

We fly, it's no lie, that we high, till we die

We up and these hoes out

Rolling up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside

I go green like I was the arch bishop

don juan

and blow circles round' you suckas like a marathon

My gym teacher told me....

But I didnt listen

My bitch did my homework and now I am in detention

It showed me suspension... This is my audition

so play your position, get the picture I invisioned

Did she mentioned.... snoop dog was made for kissing...

A Baracuda vision... She on a mission for me

Pleasure, pain, and glory and my inventory

My S.A.T'z, my little bitch she did em for me

And now we dancin on stage

at the talent show

Flossin my clothes, my chain and my napsack

Full of that, pay me that

Can you see my telescope...

Principal, said she wanna see cause she smell my smoke

My money tripping even if I fold it wrong...

Blowin zones with Wiz Khalifa kus this is the protocol

Chorus

Every time I go out

I'm blowing that smoke out

I buy it don't even know the price

I talk as I live it

Come pay me a visit and

I'll be somewhere up in the sky

My nigga, It's bout go down

We fly, it's no lie, that we high, till we die

We up and these hoes out

Rolling up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside

Thanks to Yg303 for correcting these lyrics