20 Dollars 2 My Name Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit 

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Snoop Dogg 

Nigga 20 dollars to my name 

Deep in this dice game 

I dust off my knees 

I fucked off two g's 

Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock 

Why? so I can rob every known dope spot 

I'm having hard times, grit, and grind 

Shit I'm tyring to get mine 

Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline 

It's a cold twist the way that shit goes 

Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo 

And keep a down bitch for when your money run out 

And get you gun out 

And shoot'em up till they come out 

I'm blowing in the wind 

It feels good my friend 

Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in 

I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc 

A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke 

But if I wasn't in this rap game 

Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name 

Choruos Fiend 

Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs 

And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs 

If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed 

Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat 

Fiend 

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? 

With this automatic rocket 

Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage 

Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch 

Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips 

Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this 

Cold blooded killing for ??? this 

Soda couldn't rock this 

chop a shelf when i drop this 

My ??? can't chop this 

The hunger that I hold 

Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul 

See this here with a hole 

Allowed that silencer to blow 

And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before 

Soulja Slim 

Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja 

Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober 

I seen my nigga nigga from way way back 

Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac 

He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin 

He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin 

And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time 

So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ??? 

And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got 

And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being 

shot 

Chorus 

Silkk the Shocker 

Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside 

I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride 

Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name 

Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine 

I told him weed charge it 2 the game 

Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit 

Some slum shit 

Some out the projects dumb shit 

some weed and blunt shit 

Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit 

Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun 

shit 

Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more 

So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick 

door 

Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting 

Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking 

It be a hustle just to eat 

And it be hard on these streets 

Gotta get my hustle on 

Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this