Snoop Dogg Feat. Goldie Loc - "220" Lyrics

(Intro)
220 get dressed up, jumped on a boat
f*ck with my locs
Breakin’ the bread

(Verse 1)
220 on the boat, here’s a toast to my folks
It’s a holiday, Crip, I’ma f*ck with my locs
Get dressed, so fresh, big S on my chest
Now I’m feelin’ [?], yellow Steeler shirt
501’s with the Stacy Adams tips
Picture a room full of Long Beach 20 Crips
Doin’ this, who in this? You in this? We in this b*tch
Wish the dead homeboys was seein’ this sh*t
Neither, none, best 20 minutes or less
It’s a C-Walk contest, who do it the best?
Right your set with the feet, skip along to the beat
Represent your sh*t and bang out your street
For real though, king of the hill though
Run up on a n*gg*, you get popped like a pill yo
See I’m a dub motherf*cker, and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

(Chorus)
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’

(Verse 2)
I got my ‘do dirt’ locs on, you better leave them gloves alone
Popped up on them blocks, [?]
15s rumblin’, carvin’ up the concrete
I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah
Doggie Dogg scooped a n*gg* up a long time ago
And said, “We gotta do this for the big 2-O”, you know
Let’s slap some dominos, and crack some b*tches, cuh
Catch me yellin’ out (what?) Trick, I been the dub
This a hood day, n*gg* what a good day
Where them homies , hit him and tell him let’s parlae
Never outta [?] with I keep the line open
Meditatin’, contemplatin’ the way we grind on em’
Big [?] always told me always keep my crippin’ tight
This one goes out to [?], cuh, 20 crip for life
Never ever will I switch up
My colors black and gold, all the homies throw your dubs up

(Verse 3)
I’m shootin’ like I just started
But I’ma walk up in this motherf*cker cold-hearted
I know you n*gg*s don’t see me as much as you’d like
‘Cause I’m out gettin’ money when I’m rockin’ the mic
I’m a long way from Locus Ave, my locas have
Been there with me through the good and bad
Know look, let me reminisce, and twist a f*ckin’ blunt to spark
I got put on, ’84 at King Park
Shottin’ hoops with [?]
With the bumblebees, real east-side G’s
Then go to [?] and ball out for any black ass
And wait for all the b*tches at Poly to get outta class
I’m poppin’ at ’em from a distant, but I’m persistent
That’s some 20 crip sh*t
See I’m a dub motherf*cker and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

(Outro)
What up cuh
Happy 220 day to you my n*gg*
Yeah cuh
I’m just sh*ttin’ out here my n*gg*, know what I’m sayin’?
Drinkin’ on this Miller Genuine Draft
Feelin’ real good, ye know I’m sayin’?
It’s hood day today cuh
Yeah, what’s y’all gon’ do cuh?
sh*t, my n*gg*
sh*t, the homies gettin’ together cuh
We gon’ f*ck with the homies two times then
Alright I’ll be dressed in ’round 20 mins then cuh
Let me know the location
Ra, ra, rollin’, rollin’
In a minute cuh
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my n*gg*s)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my n*gg*s) We rollin’