From The D 2 The Lbc song by Eminem & Snoop Dogg from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is West Coast, Rap, Detroit Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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From The D 2 The Lbc Meaning
| [[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, it’s been a minute… this probably should have happened a while ago… fuck it we’re here now though- let’s go Yeah, man… what the fuck? Yo, yo Snoop (oh man) let me see them buds, man… that shit’s the size of my hand, Dogg- maybe I’ll relapse, what the fuck… [Verse 1: Eminem] That’s how I know that I’m in the studio with the Doggy In Californ-E, ‘cuz my homie from Long Beach Always got that bomb weed, that’s why I feel a calm breeze Every time I palm trees (get it) just like that blonde bleach I went platinum, then so did my albums, Calvin’s turning me into a zombie Cuz these buds are like The Hulk, they’re twice the size that his arm be (his zombie) And that is some strong green Got a contact, my contact lenses are foggy, I might end up in Walgreen’s Pharmacy with my arm asleep gone off lean mixed with Dramamine I will treat Paula Dean like a fuckin’ human pinball machine Bouncin’ balls off her tonsils, if ya’ll are seekin’ the smoke I got all the weed I am a walking motherfuckin’ Marijuana leaf And I’m here to stay My reign’s so definite (deaf in it) my longevity needs a hearing aid, still wearing Hanes T-shirts I done bodied some features with legendary names Was there when Dre turned the Chronic to monetary gain ‘Cause dope is addictive just like they call it marijuana, cause like marriage, you wanna, marry Jane It’s like you and Spiderman feel the very same My adversaries came But these little degenerates are my lineage, when it comes to pockets weren’t many if, any as skinny as mine bitch, I was penniless Now I’m plenty rich, and the shit don’t make any sense (cents) I was in a motherfucking pinch like a titty twist Now I’m sitting as pretty as each penny is, while I’m penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs I’m finna’ fool, I’m in effect, gimmie the semi and when I pull the big guns out That trigger pull it until the motherfuckin’ shit runs out of bullets Somebody better call an ambulance You live, it will be miraculous, I got more hits than a contract killer Like caterpillars that don’t got antennas, other words I don’t got no god damn fillers (feelers) Mt. Westmore, you did not plan for this- from Detroit all the way to Los Angeles , [Chorus: Eminem] Put your doobies high, if you reside in 213 Let’s see them blunts raised Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313 Let’s see them guns blaze [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Make money moves like the matrix Make more mount motivation Roll up, more meditation I’m watching the moves that you make might wanna stick to the basics Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, making sure the mission is profitable Ain’t no mission impossib-ble One phone call and my monsters will go Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go Fuck that, y’all stay Nigga I’m finna go Think you slick, boy this Crip You ain’t ready to take it where I’m finna go Mafia rules You making a mockery, me a monopoly Speak on my flow, my nigga I’m mopping ’em Slept on my flo’ now niggas is copying Niggas be opping through all this opulence Give me a task, I conquer it This ain’t the time for pondering You niggas is slandering this real shit niggas be honoring On god You looking for followers and not watching my niggas that’s following Nigga fuck them likes I’m like like what, like my nigga young Problem East side, East up My nigga Eminem woke the beast up Let ya’ll ride now a nigga want it back like the lease up Think it’s a game you gone see sum Ain’t no peace, you’ll be missing a piece of ya Niggas popped off, now sheets on ’em Mama all mad, kids all sad, damn my bad Send a few coins to the coroner Please make a sweet for ’em Nigga I don’t hop on tracks I leap on ’em In the fields with the cleats on ’em Steve Job of the cannabis mob In due time, nigga knew it be mine Suge knew I’d go platinum the minute I signed If you’re looking for the facts, I’m the nigga to find Young nigga sold crack in the middle of pine To being the face of this cripping Long Beach, these seas is different 4 man with the put on Still getting bread with the niggas I put on Yea, yea I Put my hood on Shit got cold I put my hood on Yea, yea Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutter like public housing Now we both performing for 100’s of thousands Wearing no makeup, but we still be clowning muthafuckas! , [Chorus: Eminem] Put your doobies high, if you reside in 213 Let’s see them blunts raised Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313 Let’s see them guns blaze [Outro: Snoop Dogg] My Detroit Niggas verse everybody My Long Beach Niggas verse everybody My Detroit Niggas leave with a body My Long Beach Niggas shoot up the party] |
