The Cure Lyrics - West Coast Ridah - Snoop Dogg

Big Snoop Dogg 

Occupation real 

Conversation skill show you how to make a mill' 

Pimpin' cath me on tour 

I headline the bill with beatufil bitches, 

I done been to brazil 

Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled 

Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel 

They say they got the cure, I ain't takin the pill 

I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years 

Ya digg 

Cant give it up gettin money the way that I live 

The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit 

Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is 

The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this 

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No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big 

Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit 

High flyin in the? 

I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp 

What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch 

If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite 

Never give it up, man I love this shit 

Blunt after blunt, hit after hit 

Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden 

If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit. 

A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block 

Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks 

Learned to throw them thangs 

Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg 

I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp 

Now follow me, as I creep through the fog 

Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge 

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Before I put you in some shit 

You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys, 

To get you mothafuckas robbed 

Is five in the mornin' 

I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC, 

Where the climate is cold 

And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope, 

Cause I spit that real shit, 

In your ear you can? 

Spend summers on the beach 

Hidden gears on the boat 

Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed 

What you call heat 

Eat a nigga'ho 

Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold 

Its the problem, I dont need no antidote 

No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow 

I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road 

Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes 

I've been doin this fo years 

Nigga thats how it goes 

Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold 

West coast camping no mean to brag the boss 

The benz or the porche, I done have them both 

Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo 

Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast 

West Coast!