Y'All Gone Miss Me (feat. KoKane)

{*fades in*} (Y'all gone miss me)

Yeah, y'all gone miss me

{*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone

Yeah, y'all gone miss me

(Y'all gone miss me) Yeah, y'all gone miss me

Hmm, who that **** that brought you that gangsta shit

Befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?

Showed you how to tie a flag on your head

And represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead

Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds

Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head

Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki

Put the West Coast back on the map, bay-bee

Check my styles, check my files

I've been gangbangin' since I was a juvenile

They cut me loose in nine-deuce, I swore to tell the whole truth

Keep it gangbang, 100 proof

E'rybody say, "Ay, Snoop" – did Death Row pay me?

Look here, young loc – shit, it's all to the gravy

I really can't trip off the past – on the real, I had a blast

2Pac, rest in peace, and God bless all my enemies

Raindrops, falling on my head

Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread

Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head

Fuckin' with them haters, sleepin' in my bed

Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick

Master P – good lookin out, homeboy, salute, my Lieutenant (At ease)

I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more

I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe

Dippin' through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey

Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (Ya heard me?)

Windows on tint, ridin' like the President

It's evident, shit, I'm doin' good (Yeah)

I moved out the hood like I should (Say what?)

And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (****, what?!)

But I don't give a fuck if I'm misunderstood

20 Crip don't slip, yeah, it's all to the good

Yeah, the homies got twist too, what'chu say?

Oh, the homies might get me? They'll get you

Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it

"And don't pay 'em no mind, Dogg" – man, I'm tryin'

Raindrops, falling on my head

Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread

Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head

Fuckin' with them haters, sleepin' in my bed

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on

Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home

With a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers, and doberman pinschers

Bonafied killers

The illest cap-peelers that you ever wanna meet

Straight up out the ghetto, where they pack the heavy metal

I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal

I'm drivin' Dogg House to the next level (Woof)

And buckin' two shots at the devil

Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel

Turn up the treble, 'cause I hit you with the bass

Remember my name and remember my face

Remember these words, and remember the taste

And remember, we all gotta leave this place

I'm tryin' to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game

The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang"

Rain-drops, fallin on my head

Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' with my spread

Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head

Messin' with my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed

{*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "Y'all gone miss me"*}