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From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics by Eminem & Snoop Dogg is latest English song with music also given by Eminem. From The D 2 The LBC song lyrics are written by Luis Resto, Cordel Broadus, Eminem, Snoop Dogg.
From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics – Eminem Snoop Dogg Lyrics
Singer
Eminem Snoop Dogg
Music
Interscope Records Aftermath
Song Writer
Luis Resto, Cordel Broadus, Eminem, Snoop Dogg
Yeah! It's been a minute This prolly shoulda happened a while ago Fu*k it, we' here now though, let's go Yeah! Man, what the fu*k? Yo Yo, snoop, oh! Man Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds I can't even– Man, that sh!T the size of my hand, dogg That sh!T's gone make me relapse The fu*k?
That's how I know that I'm in the studio with the doggy (where?) In californi' 'cause my homie from long beach Always got that bomb weed (that's why?) I feel a calm breeze (yeah!) Every time I palm trees (get it?) Just like that blonde bleach I went platinum then so did my album (yeah!) Calvings turning me into a zombie 'cause these buds are like the hulk They are twice the size that his arm be And that is some strong green (strong green) Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy I might end up in walgreens pharmacy With my arm asleep Gone off lean mixed with dramamine I will treat paula deen Like a fu*king human pin-ball machine Bouncing balls off her tonsils If why all are seeking the smoke I got all the weed I am a walking mother-fu*king marijuana leaf And I'm here to stay My ring's so definite My longevity needs a hearing aid (what?) Still wearing hanes t-shirts I done bodied some features with legendary names (yeah!) Was there when dre turned The chronic to monetary gain (woo) 'cause dope is addictive Just like they call it marijuana 'cause like marriage, you wanna marry jane It's like you and spider-man feel the very same (yeah!) My adversaries came But these little degenerates are my lineage And when it come to pockets, weren't many If any as skinny as mine, b!Tch, I was penniless Now I'm plenty rich, and this sh!T don't make any sense I was in the mother-fu*king pinch like a titty twist Now I'm sitting as pretty as each penny is While I'm penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs I ain't finna fool them, and in fact, give me the semi And when I pull the big guns out that trigger Pull it, until the mother-fu*king sh!T runs out of bullets Somebody better call a ambulance (woo) If you live, it'll be miraculous I got more hits than a contract killer Like the caterpillars that don't got antennaes Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers Mount westmore, you did not plan for this (nah) From detroit all the way to los angeles (haha, yeah!)
So put your doobies high if you reside in 213 Let's see them blunts raised (brr) Whether you eastside or westside of the 313 Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)
Make money moves like the matrix Make more mount, motivation Roll up one, meditation I'm watching the moves you make You might wanna stick to the basics Military mindset, locked in, c0cked in Make sure the mission is profitable Ain't no mission impossib-ble One phone call and my monsters'll go Dump phones, hop in a mazda and go Fu*k they, why all stay, n!Gga, I'm finna go You think you slick, boy, this crip You ain't ready take it where I'm finna go Mafia roots, you making a mockery of me (what?) A monopoly, stick on my flow My n!Gga, I'm mopping them, slept on my floor Now n!Ggas is copying N!Ggas be opping through all of this opulence Gave me a task, I conquer it This ain't the time for pondering You n!Ggas is slandering, this real sh!T N!Ggas be honoring You looking for followers And not watching my n!Ggas that's following N!Gga, fu*k them likes I'm yelling like, "What? My n!Ggas young problem" Eastside, east up, n!Gga, eminem, woke the beast up Let why all ride, now a n!Gga want it back Like the lease up Think it's a game, you gone see some' Ain't no peace, you been missing a piece of N!Gga popped off, now sheets on them Mom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my bad Send a few coins to the coroner Please make a sweet for them N!Gga, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on them In the field with the cleats on them Steve jobs of the cannabis mob It do time, n!Gga knew it be mine Suge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signed If you're looking for the facts, I'm a n!Gga to find Young n!Gga sold crack in the middle of pine In the face of this cripping Long beach, these seas is different Four man with the put on Still getting bread with the n!Ggas I put on Yeah! Yeah! I put my hood on Sh!T got cold, I put my hood on, yeah! Yeah! Marshall and calvin Both from the gutters like public housing Now we're both performing for hundreds of thousands Wearing no makeup But we still be clowning, mother-fu*kers
So put your doobies high if you reside in 213 Let's see them blunts raised (brr) Whether you eastside or westside of the 313 Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr) My detroit n!Ggas verse everybody My long beach n!Ggas verse everybody My detroit n!Ggas leave with a body My long beach n!Ggas shoot up the party
