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From The D 2 The LBC

From The D 2 The LBC

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[Eminem:] Yeah, it's been a minute This prolly shoulda happened a while ago Fuck it, we' here now though, let's go Yeah, man, what the fuck? Yo Yo, Snoop, oh, man Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds, I can't even– Man, that shit the size of my hand, Dogg (That shit's gon' make me relapse) The fuck? That's how I know that I'm in the studio with the Doggy (Where?) In Californi' 'cause my homie from Long Beach Always got that bomb weed (That's why) I feel a calm breeze (Yeah) Every time I palm trees (Get it?), just like that blonde bleach I went platinum then so did my album (Yeah) Calvin's turning me into a zombie 'Cause these buds are like the Hulk They're twice the size that his arm be (Grr) And that is some strong green (Strong green) Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy I might end up in Walgreens (Yeah) pharmacy With my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with Dramamine I will treat Paula Deen like a fuckin' human pin-ball machine Bouncing balls off her tonsils If y'all are seekin' the smoke, I got all the weed I am a walking motherfuckin' marijuana leaf, and I'm here to stay My ring's so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (What?) Still wearing Hanes T-shirts, I done bodied some features with legendary names (Yeah) Was there when Dre turned The Chronic to monetary gain (Woo) 'Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it mari-ju-ana 'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry Jane It's like you and Spider-Man feel the very same (Yeah) My adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineage And when it come to pockets, weren't many If any as, skinny as mine, bitch, I was penniless Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense (Yeah) I was in the motherfuckin' 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 ain't finna fool 'em, and in fact, give me 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 a ambulance (Woo) If you live, it'll be miraculous I got more hits than a contract killer Like the caterpillars that don't got antennaes (What?) Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers (Woo) Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this (Nah) From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (Haha, yeah) So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (Brr) Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr) [Snoop Dogg:] Make money moves like The Matrix Make More Mount, motivation Roll up one, meditation I'm watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, make sure the mission is profitable Ain't no mission impossib-ble One phone call and my monsters'll go Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go Fuck they, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna go You think you slick, boy, this crip (Crip) You ain't ready take it where I'm finna go Mafia roots, you makin' a mockery of me (What?) A monopoly, stick on my flow My nigga, I'm moppin', don't step on my floor Now niggas is copyin' Niggas be opping through all of this opulence Gave me a task, I conquer it This ain't the time for ponderin' You niggas is slanderin', this real shit, niggas be honorin' (Hol' up) You lookin' for followers, and not watchin' my niggas that's followin' Nigga, fuck them likes, I'm yelling like, "What? My niggas young problem" Eastside, East up, nigga, Eminem, woke the beast up Let y'all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease up Think it's a game? You gon' see some' Ain't no peace you'll be missin' a piece of Nigga popped off, now sheets on 'em Mom 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 field with the cleats on 'em Steve Jobs of the cannabis mob It do time, nigga knew it be mine Suge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signed If you're lookin' for the facts, I'm a nigga to find Young nigga sold crack in the middle of Pine In the face of this crippin', Long Beach, these seas is different Four man with the put on Still gettin' bread with the niggas I put on Yeah, yeah, I put my hood on Shit got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeah Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin' Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousands Wearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin', motherfuckers [Eminem:] So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (Brr) Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr) [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

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