Snoop Dogg - Y'All Gone Miss Me lyrics

Yeah y'all gone miss me

Yeah, y'all gone miss me

(y'all gone miss me) Yeah, y'all gone miss me

Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit

befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?

Showed you how to tie a flag on your head

and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead

Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds

Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head

Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki

Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee

Check my styles, check my files

I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile

They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth

Keep it gangbang 100 proof

E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me?

Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy

I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast

Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies

Rain-drops, falling on my head

Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread

Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head

Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed

Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick

Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease)

I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more

I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe

Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey

Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?)

Windows on tint, ridin like the President

It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah)

I moved out the hood like I should (say what?)

And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?)

But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood

20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good

Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say?

Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you

Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it

And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on

Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home

with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers

Bonafied killers

The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet

Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal

I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal

I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof)

and buckin two shots at the devil

Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel

Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass

Remember my name and remember my face

Remember these words, and remember the taste

And remember, we all gotta leave this place

I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game

The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang"

Rain-drops, fallin on my head

Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread

Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head

Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed