Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight, leaders of the new school, they ain't wanna let us in but they had to, Trav, tell em what it is, it's on the man in the building Okay, okay, okay, okay I don't really know if it's gon' be alright, but we goin' up with my AP all night Okay, okay, okay, okay Now we goin' blow like the wind, shoulda never let us niggas in Okay, okay, okay, okay Let's get this shit lit, parray, need my drugs, all right, call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways, four ways Now it's time to pay, need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today, okay, okay, okay Now it's bombs away, bitches kissin' bitches while my niggas serve on candy cane, okay, okay Bouncin' on the flame, put you up on game Teach you niggas a little how to dab a little, them bitches scared, them bitches scared Okay, okay, okay, okay I don't really know if it's gon' be all right, but we goin' up, we might be all night Okay, okay, okay, okay Now we goin' blow like the wind, shoulda never let us niggas in Okay, okay, okay, okay Shoulda never let niggaz in, shoulda never, shoulda never let a niggaz in Shoulda never let niggaz in, shoulda, shoulda, shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda never let niggaz in, shoulda, shoulda, shoulda never let a niggaz in Bown a bitch, say hoe, know you on top when the top get flow, crib where the cope won't go Rolly on, bling, bling, neck-neck on ice, tell a bitch get right, make a nigga miss that flight Tell a nigga hit that twice, shoulda never let a niggaz in Got my first M2012, another 100K in the mail, be another homie on bail Money low, a pussy on sale, tryna tell you money ain't shit When you try to tell me what I won't whip, when you try to say the squad I won't flip This is Snoop, rooter of the Rich Crip, high school, we get the Briggleman chip Walkin' with a 20-yard clip, walkin' with a real nigga lip Black nigga, green grass, no golf, so on, turn the satellite off I'ma set for like I died on that grass Okay, okay, okay I don't really know if it's gon' be alright But we goin' up, we might be all night Okay, okay Now we gon' blow like the wind Shoulda never let us niggaz in Okay, okay, okay Shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda never, shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda, shoulda, shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda never let us niggaz in Shoulda, shoulda, shoulda never let us niggaz in Okay, okay, okay Alright, alright, alright Ballin' on the corner, on the corner Alright, alright, alright, alright Take it all the way home Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Child was born April 30th Doctor said he won't be home in 30 days He gon' be Alright, alright, alright, alright Mama said a son gon' be a gift Mama said a son gon' be the shit He gon' be Alright, alright, alright, alright Mama comin' home with different niggaz Daddy out there hangin' with the killers, will it be Alright, alright, alright, alright Feel like I'ma need me a sip Feel like I'ma need me a bitch, make me feel Alright, alright, alright, alright There's blood on your face Shots in your skin Your battle is done For now Alright, alright, alright Run up, run up, run up all these trees Alright, run another lick and we gon' be Alright, alright, alright, alright And we got this breeze, we gon' be And I know we need, we gon' be Alright, alright Completely available to you Scrapin' it all the time Call me your put-in-part Alright, alright Alright