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Sammy Da Bull Lyrics - Searching For Jerry Garcia - Proof

 

[Chorus: Nate Dogg] 

All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill 

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal 

Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal 

Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still 

Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real 

I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill 

If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some steel 

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel 

 

[Proof] 

Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie script 

No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips 

Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch 

You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks 

They whole cliques switch with boob and tits 

If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually snitch 

In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit 

But if it come to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth! 

The mood is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms 

Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired hands 

Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans 

Government guide hands, with private plans 

To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a scam 

Cause we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin 

Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin 

Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!) 

Why you make a fake life in pens? 

Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn 

And as the streets keep tyin in 

Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin? 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Swifty McVay] 

Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy 

a half a P; now the police is after me 

Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only knew 

Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you 

Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Samuel Bull 

Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible 

And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there 

So what? Ain't nothin fair 

When a nigga like you get carried away without your lips 

And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin shit {AHH!} 

I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day 

witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway 

You the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up) 

And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up 

That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts 

and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads up 

on your report you made, I will escort you to your grave 

Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid? 

That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live 

Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!} 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Proof] 

If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers 

Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers 

Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth 

Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon'll do 

My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof 

From the block to the jail or the booth 

Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence 

Gangsta, one that communicates through violence 

Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile rappin 

All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin 

It's all actin - y'all just 

don't see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!) 

Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit 

Where the masses have supportive recorded performance 

There's enormous shortage of poor kids 

with new deals, they will become distorted and tortured 

And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block 

I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots] 

 

(Is he still alive?) 

(Yeah yeah, I think so) 

(Alright great, let's sign him!) 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Outro: Proof] 

Heh, aiyyo dig this 

If you tell the masses, you tell the cops 

But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star 

Star; hey, write down "star" 

Write down "star" on a piece of paper 

Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror 

Put it in the mirror 

Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU 

We don't like you [laughs] 

Holla at me, fix it faggots..