Listen to Roaches In My Ashtray (feat. Prohoezak) by Snoop Dogg

Roaches In My Ashtray (feat. Prohoezak)

Snoop Dogg

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

ProHoeZak Music Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Nigga slid up in my car in the passenger seat Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat Stashed my heat up under my seat Stepped out my ridе, holla'd at a few freaks Take a couplе flicks, mac a bitch Baby what's your name? (Passionate) Fashion Nova, fashion fit Dogg, where the weed at? Ain't that a bitch I'm gibbing right now, it's Thanksgiving right now Showing baby how I'm living right now Clear the crowd, back to my car, no squares in my circle Bodyguard hard, could've swore I left a blunt in my ashtray Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play Don't be fucking with my roaches in my ashtray Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Seat on recliner, suede headliner Just pulled in Mel's Diner, line of Chevy's, Lacs, name it, it's there Fresh wet paint, leather interior Players are everywhere Nothing but love and good bud in the air (yeah) Guap took his camera out Taking pictures of the homies in their cars While they hittin' switches, some knocking bitches Me, I'm on a mission Fuel-injected, front end suspension Wishing the whole world roll like we ride There's always one homie trying to get that free high Shit never fails, yeah, this shit for sale Skip the bail, put the shit on scale This the last day, for your last play Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Say man, you niggas think y'all crafty, huh? Sitting in my car, adjusting my music Telling me how sweet my car is And all of a sudden my roaches is missing Say man, don't be fuckin' with the roaches in my ashtray You hear me?
Writer(s): Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., Marcus Mckinley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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