21 Jump Street Lyrics - Singles - Snoop Dogg

Snoop: 

Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all 

It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs 

Are invited, so go and enlight it 

Cause it's the first time in a long time (right) 

Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in '85 

When the dubs and the san dieg's used to hoo ride 

On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do 

Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two) 

You know what the fuck I'm talking about 

After party on the lake at the big homie's house 

And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun 

Cause everybody in the house's from two-one... 

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Tray deee: 

Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started 

And you know east side, long beach, the hardest 

Niggaz coming realer than the real mccoy 

So step with your rap and we bring the noise 

It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches 

Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches 

No snitches allowed inside the crowd 

Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang 

In to have some fun represent two-one 

And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a... 

Snoop: 

Yeah, king park was the location 

And the bigga g that was my destination 

(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me 

And l.b.c. into my east side homies... (it's like) 

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Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east side's perfect) 

Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it) 

Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect) 

Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it) 

Tatatata... 

Snoop (tray): 

If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip 

(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip) 

We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet) 

And chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on) 

Strolling through the park one day 

Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray 

Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc thing 

Back together like it was supposed to see 

Tray: 

Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture 

And if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya 

Game from the heart, I came from the start 

See I was regulating when crackers was the daily's 

Snoop: 

Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks* 

And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up? ) 

Ditchin' sunday school to get a pack of now and laters 

While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders 

Tray: 

And when we bang with the saints then we ain't no joke 

Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke 

Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah) 

And just for a second we're waking 'em up 

(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feet 

With a small dedication to two-one street