Snoopy Track Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter - Jay-z

Bounce 

Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha 

Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh 

This for my hustlers. uh-huh 

And for the bitches. yeah 

Yo, yo 

This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint 

All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne 

All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones 

All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me 

It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha 

Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa 

All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er 

I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over 

All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya 

Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself 

I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy 

So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy 

May God protect my soul, angels walk with me 

First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty 

The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me 

I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me 

What the fuck? 

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) 

You know, we ride 

All day, all night 

Pop Crist, shoot dice 

Fuck hoes, for life 

This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes 

All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles 

All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0 

All the baby mamas across the globe; aiyyo 

I like my women friends feminine 

I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem. shit! 

I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed 

With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it 

I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada 

I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie 

I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties 

I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy 

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated 

They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here" 

I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted 

I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch 

Forget it I'm the don 

Wha-What? 

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin life 

By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright 

Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck? 

Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up 

Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different 

I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em 

I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em 

Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence 

You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough 

Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel 

Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder 

Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra? 

It's "The Roc" 

Chorus 1.5X 

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