[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Say, man
20 years in the game, man
And there's one thing I found out, man
The game will revolve, and it will come to you if it's meant for you to have it
But what's real and what's fake is..
[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
What goes up must come down
But I promise to shake the world up if my feet touch the ground
Now I party 'till the patron out
Start a fight and get thrown out
Party out of control now
Tell the bartender send another round to the the women
But only the fly women
Not a gold digger mistress
Smelling money through my denim
Silk suits and linen
The big coup is tinted
The TV's like a 10 inch
The definition of menace
b**hes stay on my dick
24 hour fitness
They surprised I did it
Now the sky's the limit
They say money bring power and what did I do to get it
In the pursuit of happiness, I'm Will Smith with it
No pen, no pad, just real swift with it
My music is all I had when no b**h could deal with it
Left a lot of sh** in the past, your a** along with it
Make sure I send you a plaque every time I get it
For every time you told me to quit it and I didn't
I hope you get the post card and pictures
The letters when I send them
Look at the view I'm getting
Cheers to your b**hes, here's to you b**hes
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Hahaha
Yeah
Here's to you b**hes
Especially you bucky mouth b**hes that
Didn't think a n***a was gonna make it
Yeah, now I'm having money, cars, bank accounts, blowing big kush
I'm so mother f**ing high in the sky
I think I'm a mother f**ing California bald eagle
Yeah, b**h. A bald eagle
Can you dig that?
Catch me if you can, mother f**er I'm sky high
Walking up on you, I ain't doing no drive-bys
Drug rehab take a stab at my red eyes
9 shot, fly swat, leaving you dead flys
Last call, asphalt, got your a** taped off
Make off, break off, taking my cape off
Head to the back ?? with Slim in the back seat
Dre and Dogg back, we ain't f**ing with wack beats
b**h a** n***as who ain't brought nothing back like
All in my lane, boy, get out my spot light
Not playing no more, man f** a pop record
Better make a hot record, I ain't gon' say it no more
Uh, we twist, drip, and ball
Ya'll motha f**as better listen to Dogg
Get the b**hes, the drank, the money and respect
And never hit the set without your Tec on deck
Ya digg?