Snoopy Track Lyrics

Snoopy Track

[Jay-Z]
Bounce
Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh,
uh-huh
This for my hustlers.. uh-huh
And for the bitches..
yeah

Yo, yo
This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy
paint
All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
All my niggaz in the
A-T-L throwin dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes;
holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet
chocha
Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
All the haters eat a dick they
wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my
deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast
to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy
So pissy,
swervin on the road dizzy
May God protect my soul, angels walk with
me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a
force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n
with me
What the fuck?

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

You know,
we ride
All day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for
life

[Jay-Z]
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they
clothes
All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles
All my
educated chicks who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe;
aiyyo
I like my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like
Eminem.. shit!
I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough
fetish - the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes
Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies,
in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop
them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they
said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a
main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the
don

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?
This is for my dice shooters,
cats doin life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin
alright
Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much
to sit comfortably, they lappin up
Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow
different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em
I keep rappers
talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and lames in
the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be
so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah;
icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It's
"The Roc"

Chorus 1.5X