wid yuh gali gali trend Just ease off breeze off Yuh no hear sey skettel bomb no dey a road again thru yuh get me now, yuh waan look mi friend Just ease, off breeze off
locked up and deported So now the gotta go back home [Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted G-Unit
me yo' shine, you shake and bake like [Hook] - 2X [Cool Breeze] Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin
s kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G
you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby
up off them keys Sing a lil something for the ladies Let em know how we feelin' [The-Dream:] Everytime I go around Shawty love me down Run off on me
y'all suckers We set it off, Snoop Dogg! It's "Tha Last Meal" Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy We set it off! We set it off! West coast
D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) and,
really gettin' money, say cheese in this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze
off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos And if dem tie me off, dem
I breeze grab coke out the freeze By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize With some bad Asian chick layin' between my knees While I'm blowin' off
kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G
Verse 1: afrika Now, I won't say that I'm a ladies lover But if I was, you'd be under my cover And not only that, you'd be under my wing And me and you
[Redman] From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off
butt naked Pump with G-strings, watchin' hot momma shake it I got my beer, viewin' from the back rear Yo brotherman, pass it right over here I got to ease off
we ridin' high 'cause it feels so good Chorus (Verse 3) Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G
and get the B's up off but chief Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
should Then take the proceeds, waist about four G's Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez I'm tryin' to get the dame to breeze But she
