Classic
Ace gon' make it a hit
You know what the fuck is goin' on, nigga
It's Syndicate, nigga
Syndicate, nigga
So nice you got to say it twice
Say it with your upper lip, bitch-ass niggas, bitch
Wiz made this bitch, nigga
Snoop, OG classic
Smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house
Just to sleep on the mattress
Mama geekin' cause my interest in trappin
She ain't think I had the mogul spirit
Then I started dressin' up like Spirit
You know when I slide, you can hear it
I stay Smokin' Za, not no Midget
He a featherweight, so I bitched him
He start talkin' guns, we got missiles
Brodie on the run, he a villain
This bitch'll fill your lungs, come and kiss it
I stomp on kicks for fun, you can get it
I'm an MC, No! Somethin' different
He wanna be me, I stay sinnin!
Flip them L's around, we be winnin
I twist her legs around, now she cripple
It be goin' down in them districts
One second, nigga, down
Then he snitchin', can't twist my head around
For them piggies, the reaper comin
Fuck it, come and get me
That bitch on 17, this hold 50
Clip his whole team, leave him shitty
I went the dumber away
Call Ikei the shooter, have fun
Today, don't run!
I hope your momma pray
Her son, gon' be meetin
His pops today, I'm done!
I need my gun today, that's word to Black
When you get right, get me one!
I don't got time to play
You owe up, nigga
Then I'm maskin' up, takin' your son
Snoop OG classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress
Now I got elbows, and I'm taxin
She on her elbows, and she clappin
I'm better than her
Rose with the action
Mixin' the Bel-Air with the passion
Rita on Sunday, I be flashin
Kill em' wit kindness, then we move to passion
I ain't no Tender swipe, I be Blackin
Loc got them swipes
He never goin' maxin em
Think I'm a dyke, the way I get the strap in
Runnin' your lips, that's when we get the scrappin
Pump fakin bitch, he never goin' blast it
Walk on beats, they call me Barry Allen
He ain't want smoke, so Preacher had to dash it
Feelin' like Dash the way I feel the static
I ain't goin' cuff cuh, know, I'm goin' pass her
All in her throat, you know I had to stamp it
Throat goat bae, I know she get the cash in
Off of Henny, know I get the blackin
Fuck all night, I'm never goin' flaccid
This ya, bitch, my bad, you can have her
I done seen Pennywise tell many lies
That's why I don't fuck with these clowns
Pull up in ah whole disguise
Like the Scooby gang
We settin' them traps for em now
You dappin Pac up in the sky, your soul's risen
You no longer here with us, clown
P.Loc he a grimy nigga, he gon' bust your BM
Before you six feet in the ground
And I'm fuckin' your sister, uh
Pretty pussy, tell her I miss her, uh
She wanna date, that's her issue, uh
It's up to haze, if I kiss you, yeah, yeah
I'm fuckin' your sister, uh
Pretty pussy, tell her I miss her, uh
She wanna date, that's her issue, uh
It's up to haze, if I kiss you, yeah, uh
I'm havin' fun today
I'm breakin' the bed, an her rib, then a nigga be gone
I don't got time to play, I'm on demon time
So I'm lifted, I'm chillin' with stars
Blowin' the haze today, I've been down on my dick
But I'm up now, I'm thinkin' of Fuzz
Thought of a game today, play peek-a-boo
On yo block we, in different cars
Snoop OG Classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress, uh
I ain't even have a mattress, uh
I hid the blicky in my britches, uh
Hella pounds under dishes, uh
The state labeled me a menace, Snoop
OG Classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress, uh
I love the smell of that package, uh
If he ya mans, I'ma tax him, uh
These rap niggas be faggots, uh
Cuh plumber', keep the ratchet
Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
You know what the fuck is goin' on, nigga
It's Syndicate, nigga
Syndicate, nigga
So nice you got to say it twice
Say it with your upper lip, bitch-ass niggas, bitch
Wiz made this bitch, nigga
Snoop, OG classic
Smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house
Just to sleep on the mattress
Mama geekin' cause my interest in trappin
She ain't think I had the mogul spirit
Then I started dressin' up like Spirit
You know when I slide, you can hear it
I stay Smokin' Za, not no Midget
He a featherweight, so I bitched him
He start talkin' guns, we got missiles
Brodie on the run, he a villain
This bitch'll fill your lungs, come and kiss it
I stomp on kicks for fun, you can get it
I'm an MC, No! Somethin' different
He wanna be me, I stay sinnin!
Flip them L's around, we be winnin
I twist her legs around, now she cripple
It be goin' down in them districts
One second, nigga, down
Then he snitchin', can't twist my head around
For them piggies, the reaper comin
Fuck it, come and get me
That bitch on 17, this hold 50
Clip his whole team, leave him shitty
I went the dumber away
Call Ikei the shooter, have fun
Today, don't run!
I hope your momma pray
Her son, gon' be meetin
His pops today, I'm done!
I need my gun today, that's word to Black
When you get right, get me one!
I don't got time to play
You owe up, nigga
Then I'm maskin' up, takin' your son
Snoop OG classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress
Now I got elbows, and I'm taxin
She on her elbows, and she clappin
I'm better than her
Rose with the action
Mixin' the Bel-Air with the passion
Rita on Sunday, I be flashin
Kill em' wit kindness, then we move to passion
I ain't no Tender swipe, I be Blackin
Loc got them swipes
He never goin' maxin em
Think I'm a dyke, the way I get the strap in
Runnin' your lips, that's when we get the scrappin
Pump fakin bitch, he never goin' blast it
Walk on beats, they call me Barry Allen
He ain't want smoke, so Preacher had to dash it
Feelin' like Dash the way I feel the static
I ain't goin' cuff cuh, know, I'm goin' pass her
All in her throat, you know I had to stamp it
Throat goat bae, I know she get the cash in
Off of Henny, know I get the blackin
Fuck all night, I'm never goin' flaccid
This ya, bitch, my bad, you can have her
I done seen Pennywise tell many lies
That's why I don't fuck with these clowns
Pull up in ah whole disguise
Like the Scooby gang
We settin' them traps for em now
You dappin Pac up in the sky, your soul's risen
You no longer here with us, clown
P.Loc he a grimy nigga, he gon' bust your BM
Before you six feet in the ground
And I'm fuckin' your sister, uh
Pretty pussy, tell her I miss her, uh
She wanna date, that's her issue, uh
It's up to haze, if I kiss you, yeah, yeah
I'm fuckin' your sister, uh
Pretty pussy, tell her I miss her, uh
She wanna date, that's her issue, uh
It's up to haze, if I kiss you, yeah, uh
I'm havin' fun today
I'm breakin' the bed, an her rib, then a nigga be gone
I don't got time to play, I'm on demon time
So I'm lifted, I'm chillin' with stars
Blowin' the haze today, I've been down on my dick
But I'm up now, I'm thinkin' of Fuzz
Thought of a game today, play peek-a-boo
On yo block we, in different cars
Snoop OG Classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress, uh
I ain't even have a mattress, uh
I hid the blicky in my britches, uh
Hella pounds under dishes, uh
The state labeled me a menace, Snoop
OG Classic, smokin' the bestest
Couple bitches grabbin' asses
Comin' up, we didn't have shit
Member goin' to bro house just
To sleep on a mattress, uh
I love the smell of that package, uh
If he ya mans, I'ma tax him, uh
These rap niggas be faggots, uh
Cuh plumber', keep the ratchet
Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
Snoop, Snoop, OG Classic, uh
That OG Classic
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Writer(s): Malik Bradford-day
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