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Snoop Dogg

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hollywood Bank Robbery Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Intro: daz & (tray deee) talking 

 

Let's get paid tray deee 

(shit what else we gon' do? ) 

Hit this shit! 

(fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it) 

That's what I'm sayin! 

(we're layin everybody in this motherfucker, daz 

That's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready? ) 

Everybody lay the fuck down!!!! 

 

Verse 1: daz dillinger 

 

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A nigga mash in the bank for loot 

The robbery's commited and I'm prepared to shoot 

Blast em with the cops on pursuit 

It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats 

Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack 

Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidness 

Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin 

To master a ride out, get ghost to hide out 

Count my green, enforce my team 

It ain't a small-time dream no mo' 

What make the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and dough 

 

Chorus: daz 

 

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane 

We the gang, we mash to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane 

 

Verse 2: tray deee 

 

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Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot 

First motherfucker reachin for the button get shot 

Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to work 

Six minutes to be in and get the chips and skirt 

Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop 

Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots 

Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense 

The object is stompin accomplished profits 

And never had no mercy for the victim 

Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer 

 

Chorus: tray deee 

 

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane 

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane 

We the gang! 

 

Verse 3: daz 

 

G's forgetten that a is for anybody killin in it 

For them niggas, the g's we be gettin 

Watch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly 

Too late the cops at the bank and they got to me 

Empty the bread out the safe, make I escape 

Make a dumb move for the moves you make 

Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast, reload 

$70 million out the back door, y'know 

Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is blood 

Let's hit the store, start robbin for more 

Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door 

Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yours 

Hood operator and none too greater 

With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters 

Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone 

Finally puttin meat on my bones (at ease) 

 

Chorus: daz 

 

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane (got us all insane) 

We the gang, we mash to maintain 

Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane 

 

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg, kurupt 

 

See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin 

And stickin up you bitch ass niggas 

I say we ride eastside, slide forever in a day 

The dpg way! 

Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches 

Quick as I spin this is as quick as she get 

Nigga I'm a ridah and that's on this 

We ain't gon' dip until we get them chips 

We splits the shit up, what I folds 

Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs 

Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes 

Banktellers *? shout? * wit my hand around the throat 

Reach for my colt but on another note 

I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide 

I point my pistols at the pig, die motherfucker die!!! 

 

All the homeys saggin, unload the magnum 

E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-in 

The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin 

Got all smashin hearts of assassins 

Hold up there's the cut (what? ), duck 

Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump 

See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweak 

And I'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch me 

We're blastin! 

 

Chorus x2 

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