Snoop Dogg - That Good (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Snoop Dogg - That Good (en) Lyrics
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I’m smoking everywhere I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I’m rolling every gram I own
(that purp, that bomb, that kush)
Don’t gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that,
good that good that
Concentrated, everyday I’m faded
Trees prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed ‘em, sprayed
down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green,
having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in the Z-I zag
And pull the top back
and let the ass drag
Hit the switch, quickest
way to get a bitch
Executive branch, get a whiff of this
Black card, sack of dank
High School nigga what
the fuck you think?
I’m passing all my classes
with flying colors
And everyday I’m high as a muthafucker
Sun roof open, smoking
while I’m rolling
My bitches only notice
it if it's potent
Bottle of Perignon, we can
go kick it by the ocean
Get in between your legs
Joint roaches and ashes
all in your bed
You calling her babe, she
calling me instead
Cause I put that game all in her head
She saw the crib, she know
that I’m balling
When he ain't have nothing
he used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all
the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I’m
talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don’t
care what the cost is
Rolling up good, smoking
that bomb shit
Blow a whole OZ, nigga thats boss shit
Now she all fuck her man,
rubberbands in my pocket
Getting money, going
hard for my profit
Bad bitch keep the joint
stuffed like stockings
Young nigga out here getting
bread, why knock it
We welcome you to High School
We do just like we like to
We cordially invite you
Now roll up get high to it
We welcome you to highschool
Get high to it
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