from the d 2 the lbc with snoop dogg

Eminem

Yeah, it s been a minute
This probably shoulda happened a while ago
Fuck it, we re here now though, let s go
Yeah, man, what the fuck? Yo
Yo, Snoop, oh, man
Yo, let me see?, let me see them buds, I can t even?
Man, that shit the size of my hand, Dogg
(That shit s gon make me relapse)
The fuck?

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 albums (Yeah)
Calvin s turning me into a zombie
Cause these buds are like the Hulk
They re twice the size that his arm be (Grr)
And that is some strong green (Strong green)
Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy
I might end up in Walgreens (Yeah) pharmacy
With my arm asleep
Gone off lean mixed with Dramamine
I will treat Paula Deen
Like a fuckin human pin-ball machine
Bouncing balls off her tonsils
If y all are seekin the smoke, I got all the weed
I am a walking motherfuckin 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 mari-ju-ana
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, bitch, I was penniless
Now I m plenty rich
And this shit don t make any sense (Yeah)
I was in the motherfuckin 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 em, and in fact, give me the semi
And when I pull the big guns out that trigger
Pull it until the motherfuckin shit runs out of bullets
Somebody better call a ambulance (Woo)
You live, it ll be miraculous
I got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars that don t got antennas (What?)
Other words, I don t got no goddamn fillers (Woo)
Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this (Nah)
From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (Haha, yeah)

Put your doobies high if you reside in 213
Let s see them blunts raised (Brra)
Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313
Let s see them guns blaze (Brra, brra, brra)

Make money moves like The Matrix
Make more mount motivation
Roll up, more meditation
I m watchin the moves you make
You might wanna stick to the basics
Military mindset, locked in, cocked 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
Fuck that, y all stay, nigga, I m finna go
You think you slick, boy, this crip (Crip)
You ain t ready to take it where I m finna go
Mafia rules, you makin a mockery (What?)
Me a monopoly, speak on my flow
My nigga, I m moppin em
Slept on my floor, now niggas is copyin
Niggas be opping through all of this opulence
Gave me a task, I conquer it
This ain t the time for ponderin
You niggas is slanderin , this real shit
Niggas be honorin (On God)
You lookin for followers
And not watchin my niggas that s followin
Nigga, fuck them likes, I m yelling
Like, What? My niggas young problem
Eastside, East up, nigga, Eminem, woke the beast up
Let y all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease up
Think it s a game? You gon see some
Ain t no peace you ll be missin a piece of
Nigga popped off, now sheets on em
Mom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my bad
Send a few coins to the coroner
Please make a sweet for em
Nigga, I don t hop on tracks, I leap on em
In the field with the cleats on em
Steve Jobs of the cannabis mob
In due time niggas know it be mine
Suge knew I d go platinum the minute I signed
If you re lookin for the facts, I m the nigga to find
Young nigga sold crack in the middle of Pine
In the face of this crippin
Long Beach, these seas is different
Four man with the put on
Still gettin bread with the niggas I put on (Yeah, yeah)
I put my hood on, shit got cold
I put my hood on (Yeah, yeah)
Marshall and Calvin
Both from the gutters like public housin
Now we re performin for hundreds of thousands
Wearin no makeup
But we still be clownin , motherfuckers

Put your doobies high if you reside in 213
Let s see them blunts raised (Brra)
Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313
Let s see them guns blaze (Brra, brra, brra)

My Detroit niggas verse everybody
My Long Beach niggas verse everybody
My Detroit niggas leave with a body
My Long Beach niggas shoot up the party