Snoop Dogg - Now Is The Time lyrics

[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] Oh, Cha**a-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} From the LBC Cha**a-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} La da da da da da da {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} From the LB, LB {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} [Tray Deee] What up 'cause? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherf**ers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' n***az hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' n***az should think Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat On the streets over beef you don't compete with uno, you know The general a criminal do low Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it n***az timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm a answer to society's hate A true rider with the mind, I pushed him outta his way Fools petty and they ready steady comin' with bullsh** A full clip with j**ell will hit like a mule kick A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast Motherf**ers hit the deck once I go in the dash [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time This is the place To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace West is the coast, east is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power brings respect Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the tech This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the fun [Tray Deee] n***az how ya figure that the game gon' wait I came home straight from the pen to take your place ain't no chase this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victom's clock and catch him choppin' his dough up f** the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up Take the whole cut and he be sure negotiative I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight Insane mental frame feel no shame or pity Since the game is sh**ty I gotsta bang the city Trippin' gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat Grab strap jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep This is the beach now any n***a got a rebu*tal Kobe eatin' what he speakin' once he can't get the muzzle Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? Then all invitations open [Chorus] [Tray Deee] I take seven old be's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more busta's who claim they got heat And then it takes seven more see's before I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets Tray Deee never do it easy fool so don't expect it n***as get checked and they sets disrespected No question I'm all you ever thought that you was Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first fools curse before they kick up dust Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up All they talkin' cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Since this loss a purple n***a's piss me off Conflict with my clique get your b**h a** touched All my comrades bomb back it's as sick as f** 2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf Check the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse [Chorus] [Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] [Kokane mumbling until the end] {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}