Walk Away lyrics

Yeah, n*gga I'm a rock star
Yeah yeah
Rock rock rock star
I'm a rock star

Pitbull off the leash
Rollin' through your back door
Grab me
Naw n*gga you lose
Hands in the air
Motherf*cker, don't move
Uhh, so groove with this
So cool, old school, just groove with this
Hands up to the ceiling, now you feelin' the fillin'
Snoop Dogg in this motherf*cker
Killin' and willin', dealin'
Full fillin' and you still won't get mashed
In the coupe with the motherf*ckin' heat in the stash
Po-po's got on me, but I got on 'em
In the fast lane, talkin' on the chit phone (What up?)
They cut the record
Bought a n*gga mo' trees
Now we gettin' mo' cheese
And we do it overseas (Hеy)

Uhh, bring it back to the other side
Roll to thе other side
On a whole 'nother vibe
Four Fifth
And not a four, four
She said, close the door
Get with the program, lay it down easy
All she wanna do is [nip?] on me
Word to the DJ
Seems I'm always C with the dope
Loc, b*tch smoked out
Yeah, this could be all that you've been wantin' to see
Me, D-O-Double G
I do it to y'all 'cause I'm so way OG
A lil' n*gga said he wanna be like me
Honestly, modestly, tattooed chronically
Time make a body
Make me kick it like Bruce Lee
Reading the Qu'ran
Chilling in my kufi
Sipping on a smoothie
Watching my movie
n*gga, won't you see
Try to introduce me
A motherf*cker tried to spoof me
Goofy, goofy
b*tch, I'm Snoopy

Wooptie, wooptie, wooptie [?]
Picking up daisies
n*ggas is so fugazi
I keep my porch light on
'Cause I'm bad to the bone and I rock and I roll
Walk out with my c*ck out
Just like a rock star
Kick rocks, pop like a Pop Tart
Why you ridin' in the cop car?
n*gga, you get dropped hard
Motherf*ck a pop star
n*gga, groove with that
Make a muthaf*cka, just groove with that
Yeah, rap n*ggas gotta groove with that
Make a n*gga wanna move
And just groove with that

Where do we go?
I'm a rebel rockstar
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
I'm a, uh-oh, [?]
Where do we go?

Shame on a n*gga!

Shame on a n*gga
Catch a n*gga on the corner
Wanna be up on em
Say, "Easy goin"
Tryna strike him out twice
Wasn't nothing nice
Shot him like dice
Took his lawyer's advice
Move out the hood
Say he wanna rearrange us
Can't even hang around a f*cking gangbanger
Pigs on a n*gga ass
Wanted me to snitch
Showin' me flicks
n*gga, ain't that a biatch?
My whole life, I bad
Your whole life, you sad
Walk like a man, that's my brand new thang
Thirty-six years, little homie off change
And now you wanna say I'm in the game
So you wanna lock me up and strap me up in chains?
Nah, I'm too slick for that
Can't get wit' that
Mo' di*k wit' that
I won't stand for that
Won't go back wit' her
You can put that on your pig transmitter
Turn it up to the fo', to the five
To the death, to the life
To the [?], to the side (Woop woop)
Yeah, to the rough, to the fly
To the brothers on the corner sellin' pies for the mice
Yeah, to the girls, to the guys
To my homies on the rise
Snoop Dogg enterprise, n*gga
Where do we go?
I'm a rebel rockstar
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
I'm a, uh-oh, [?]
Where do we go?

Remember
The lights
The [?]
Walk away

The bangin'
The lights
The [?]
Walk away

The red light
The mood
The [?] force
Walk away

The number
The light
The [?] force
Walk away

The [?]
The lights
The rumble
Walk away

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