Slim The Mobster - What Goes Up lyrics

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Slim The Mobster - What Goes Up lyrics

[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?

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