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    "Stacey Adams" Lyrics

    Snoop Dogg feat. Kokane

    Stacey Adams

    A little something for all the O.G.s out there
    That put the foundation together
    Was doin' this thang
    Before I knew what to do with this thang right here
    Ya know
    But just to let them know what time it is
    And how we get down
    Me, Kokane, and Battlecat
    Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here

    Check this out y'all

    We stay on point like Stacey Adams

    24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it?
    That's real talk baby
    You know what
    We stay on point like Stacey Adams
    That's real talk right there baby
    (Stacey Adams)

    Verse 1:

    I'm in a 3 piece suit
    Looking too cute
    Mashin' flashin'
    Lookin' for a prostitute
    Boo boo, you got that loot

    I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me
    It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P
    And everythang in here movin' belong to me
    That component set, was given to me
    By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D.
    He told me, Frisco E.
    This here gone be
    The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see
    Colder than Fillmore Slim
    Tilt that brim
    Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick
    Keep it crackin' like pistachios
    Get that money
    And continue to mash these hoes
    And when the Player's Ball roll around again
    I'm guaranteed to win
    You know why?
    Cuz we


    We stay on point like Stacey Adams
    24 hours a day, 7 days a week
    Yea, yea

    You know why?
    We stay on point like Stacey Adams
    You know that's all we know how to do
    (Stacey Adams)
    Gee'd up to the feet up

    Verse 2:

    Not only that but uhh
    Make it spectacular
    Put on my black cape
    And look like Blackula
    Smack ya up with the shit that I drop
    911, call the cops
    There's a bitch, snitch
    Ain't that a bitch
    I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch
    I get rich on the fakers who hate
    Bakin' my cake
    And catch the Lakers at 8
    On channel 9
    Pop a bottle of wine
    Then at 10 hit the club
    With my nephew Dub
    11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy
    I'm trying to get mine early
    I can't be seen with your girly
    Continue to mash these hoes
    I keep it crackin' like pistachios
    I get the money first
    With no rehearsal
    Snoop D-O double G
    Still controversial

    Chorus 3x
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Calvin Broadus, Kevin Gilliam, Jerry B. Long.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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