Gun Smoke - Snoop Dogg

Oh, for real?

Sure, I could dig that

Oh, you wanna hear that?

What it G?

Nigga, I am where it’s cookin' at

Nigga, ain’t no lookin' back

Nigga, whatchu lookin' at?

Lost it in the dice game, took it back

Look at that nigga with the black

Me and back on

I’m the rapper so I got to get my rap on

He’s the producer with the bass

Now clap on, snap on my

Shooter shawty, hit it (Ooh)

Lit it slow, really though, from the city through

Where they kill for a penny

send 'em back to the hideaway

I’m tryna find a ride away

Grew up on the darker side, pray for a brighter day

Fuck the alphabet, P-D and the C to the I, the A

Every nigga grab a K, aim it in the same way

Until they fuckin' go away

Bang it 'til they blow away

Tryna do a show a day

Raised my level, lower my car

And shoot at these motherfuckin' fake rapstars (Nope)

I’d rather not, too much time to be taken

Ain’t no fakin' when you cakin' in bacon

And makin' moves like a CEO

Tellin' only a ho

Threw up the set and seek a friend, a foe

'Cause I ain’t got nothin' for 'em but some info

Small bag of indo, a pot to piss in

And a one room flat so he can throw it out the window

Yup,, this my intro (Haha)

Doggy, where you hangin' at?

Homie, can you bring it back?

We need some money and some things and a starter pack

A few tickets and we’ll kick it back to you Loc'

No thang or friendly game or some gun smoke