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Snoop Dogg

Fallin' Asleep On Death Row

 

Fallin' Asleep On Death Row

(album: Death Row: The Lost Sessions Vol. 1 - 2009)


One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hanging on the dope spot slanging they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leaning in the cut, 'bout to get popped
Not, knowing I'm scoping on the roof
I got my red beam, better have ya bulletproof
Cause the light don't miss once I put it to ya dome
They got my homies jacked, now they reaching for they chrome
Al Capone was a hero of mine
I've shot plenty niggas and cops, so fuck one time
Where they at? where they at? Oh, they in the back
So I gotsta take my time and make sure that my nine
Get him, got him, spot him, shoot him, he's shot
And now they call me Snoop Gotti
I'm like a fugitive, Harrison Ford
Sliding in the Chevy now the shit's getting heavy
But you know I can't choke so I call my nigga Loc
Gotta find the hideaway and a big bag of smoke
Can't be fucking wit' my niggas while they making they dope
Cause if ya slipping, ya falling asleep on Death Row

Now some muthafucka done snitched on me
And the judge just sentenced me to do about a century
I'm mobbing through the county main line
Back in 9500, just tryna handle mines
Spitting game at my homies about the good ol' days
As we try to pass time, waiting for the chains
To Chino, I see no reason to cry
When a nigga's still alive, right?
Five o'clock wake up, call roll, call Doggy Dogg
Be at the chow hall from there I roam the yard
Still representing to the fullest, so you know what time it is
I shank a nigga in a minute, abiding rules of the pen
I adapt quick, don't take shit from no nigga
Hitting pushups by the g's to get bigger
Eight months, I'm on swole, my mind's clearer
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And guess what the fuck I'm starting to see
I still regulate sleeping in the penitentiary

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