Swoop G - Don't Forget Where You Came From lyrics

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Swoop G - Don't Forget Where You Came From lyrics

*(Swoop G talking)* f** you Snoop Live and offical Uh Direct d**h Row Yeah Dynasty n***a Holla back d**h Row is a franchise, a legacy New beginning, is the ending of you I done wrote this sh** The new generation Find 'em n***a, where you at? Ha Yeah You know my n***as runnin What you juss doin We been an done it Pushin V-12 600's Puffin lovin my women Diamonds shinin priceless on my neck I ain't spent a big face yet Still spendin small faces from that '92 spot Dr. Dre thanks a lot for that Chronic you dropped Now I'm droppin mine in '99 The present is mine In the year two-thous, please believe we holdin it down Polish the crown Bustin the rounds Get the f** down Movin the crowd Make the sqares act right now Me an Suge I'm the ace in the hole Makin the doe For my dog Mr. Knight I pray you get parole An to that b**h-made n***a Snoop Doggy hoe I'll get at you in the hood You ain't the homie no mo' An this ain't about d**h Row It's about the set Holla back an you can meet me on some Reno bet Chorus *(Swoop G)* You can shine in yo time But I'ma shine the hardest d**h Row, diamonds reward The number one artist Long Beach is a dynasty And Swoop is in his prime You know I'm holdin down mine Fake n***as you know the time It's crucial The feelings mutual So when I see you, I'ma shoot you n***as will swear that I never knew you Ah! I can't believe you would do what you've done Cross d**h Row and forget where you from Uh *(Swoop talking)* Snoop ain't never had a d**h Row piece cuz it's only fo ridas That's why he at that Dogg Pound sh** That n***a fake as Pretty Tony The phony homie Give me ya Rollie The real homies droppin fools, shinin like gold D's Best believe baby boy we gettin our cheese You juss a weenie Snoop Dogg So tuck ya tail and leave And we makin moves You gettin used Battered an bruised I fill in your shoes So there it is, touch it or lose Cuz you can't handle What I do Callin shots And come bustin at your homeboys too Lookin for you in the LBC pushin a Nav And it's in my lap I don't keep the heat in the dash License and permitt so if I see you it's meant For me to tear your head off on some murderous sh** You simple minded Look at me shinin All in the doe After this I'm buyin a label And a studio I lost love for ya Snoop back then When Swoop bruised yo chin At the video shoot for the Twinz *(Chorus)* At the Ampa Theatre Remember we gangstas So we mobbed in that mutha f**a in Chuck Taylor's and gators Pushin our weight Man we thought you n***as was tanks But we was flexin our muscles from the jump at the gate Now we inside When d**h Row ride it's do or die Pushin the line Mashin like Pac an Suge Knight When he slapped you up You had to run to get 'em up One on one And I thought you n***as was soldiers Cuz if this was a war Man ya team would be dead You know how we get when we take that chronic to the head And we mixed it with liquor An the Nina's out to get ya It's ritz So loc you betta handle your sh** And you know this ain't a game we playin I'm tellin ya mayne Don't make me pull this mutha f**in strap out again Uh *(Chorus til fades out)*

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