Eminem & Snoop Dogg - From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics

From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics by Eminem & Snoop Dogg is a New English song from the album "Death Row Kids: G-Funk Lullabys" sung by Eminem & Snoop Dogg. Lyrics of this song are written by Eminem & Snoop Dogg and music produced by Eminem.

From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics

Yeah, it's been a minute
This prolly shoulda happened a while ago
F**k it, we're here now though, let's go
Yeah, man, what the f**k? Yo
Yo, Snoop, oh, man
Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds, I can't even–
Man, that s**t the size of my hand, Dogg (That s**t's gon' make me relapse)
The f**k?

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 album (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 f**kin' 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 motherf**kin' marij*ana 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, bi**h, I was penniless
Now I'm plenty rich, and this s**t don't make any sense (Yeah)
I was in the motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' s**t runs out of bullets
Somebody better call a ambulance (Woo)
If you live, it'll be miraculous
I got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars that don't got antennaes (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)

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (Brr)
Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr)

Make money moves like The Matrix
Make More Mount, motivation
Roll up one, 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
F**k they, y'all stay, ni**a, I'm finna go
You think you slick, boy, this crip (Crip)
You ain't ready take it where I'm finna go
Mafia roots, you makin' a mockery of me (What?)
A monopoly, stick on my flow
My ni**a, I'm moppin', don't step on my floor
Now ni***s is copyin'
Ni***s be opping through all of this opulence
Gave me a task, I conquer it
This ain't the time for ponderin'
You ni***s is slanderin', this real s**t, ni***s be honorin' (Hol' up)
You lookin' for followers, and not watchin' my ni***s that's followin'
Ni**a, f**k them likes, I'm yelling like, "What? My ni***s young problem"
Eastside, East up, ni**a, Eminem, woke the beast up
Let y'all ride, now a ni**a 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
Ni**a 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
Ni**a, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on 'em
In the field with the cleats on 'em
Steve Jobs of the cannabis mob
It do time, ni**a knew it be mine
Suge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signed
If you're lookin' for the facts, I'm a ni**a to find
Young ni**a 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 ni***s I put on
Yeah, yeah, I put my hood on
S**t 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', motherf*kers

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (Brr)
Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr)

My Detroit ni***s verse everybody
My Long Beach ni***s verse everybody
My Detroit ni***s leave with a body
My Long Beach ni***s shoot up the party

Song Details
Singer : Eminem, Snoop Dogg
Album : Death Row Kids: G-Funk Lullabys
Lyrics : Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Luis Resto
Music : Eminem
Label : Interscope Records

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