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Artiste : Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre
Titre : Pressure
Snoop, Snoop, Snoop
Ah, ah

Got this city on my back, nigga, Eastside savages

Pistol grip pump on my lap automatic, shit
Indo smoke, fuckin´ with a nigga cataracts
Roll down the windows, sound of the battle axe
Popo outside lookin´ for the shooter
Hoes sat with me, we don´t need no approval
Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler
Finger on the trigger, watchin´ these niggas
Swingin´ down on my chariot dodgin´ the law
Lookin´ in my rearview, nigga, guess who I saw (Who?)
Dre the dopeman cookin´ that dope
He was servin´ that day, I was sellin´ that coke
Doin´ ´bout a hundred on these century spokes
With a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope
Precious diamonds on my finger like the Lord of the Rings
Liftin´ up my left leg just to piss on your dreams

Now when they let the dog out
These pussy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My nigga, that shit risky
Psycho, I know, you don´t want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smokin´ on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Pressure)
The woman wan´ fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure)
A nigga hurtin´ them heels
Would do anything for them dollar bills
Talkin´ ´bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)
Pressure

Been a long time comin´, now we back on the move
Nothin´ to prove, it´s just another rendezvous
Speakin´ of which, I´m lookin´ for a bitch to please
Which of these in need of a different breed? (Yeah)
Yard dog in the yacht, hood, no addy
She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I´ma relish it
You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?
This ain´t for the delicate, all my shit is effortless (Dead)
That´s how I like my fuckin´ presidents
Thirty years later and your nigga still relevant
Top of the world, yeah, nigga, that´s my residence
Eastside Crip shit, bang bang etiquette

Now when they let the dog out
These pussy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My nigga, that shit risky
Psycho, I know, you don´t want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smokin´ on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Pressure)
The woman wan´ fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure)
A nigga hurtin´ them heels
Would do anything for them dollar bills
Talkin´ ´bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)
Pressure