From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics – Eminem Snoop Dogg

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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











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