Snoop Dogg — Protocol: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Protocol

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Трек «Protocol» вышел в 23 марта 2010 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Capitol Records»)More Malice

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АльбомMore Malice

Дата релиза23 марта 2010 г.

ЛейблCapitol Records

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM81

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Calvin Broadus

Вокал

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Snoop Dogg

Композитор

Nottz

Композитор

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Nottz

Продюсер

Frank Vasquez

Инженер звукозаписи

Richard "Segal" Huredia

Richard "Segal" Huredia

Миксинг-инженер

Brian Gardner

Мастеринг-инженер

Mike Bozzi

Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Watch your mouth never speak on what you not know

I'm from the west coast I turn his face into a pothole

15 deep **** creepin' in the Tahoe

Let's see you act macho when I pull the burner on ya

Sideways like a taco

Rap **** we all talk like a Raldo

Trunk full of cargo

Dry like Barstow

Arsenal run up on 'em

Get up on 'em

Drill 'em with the clips

**** gon' respect mine

I run this whole shit

Crip rag in my pocket

Three eighty on my hip

But back to this hip hop

Who next on the list

Gangstas don't kiss we get old and die rich

I smoke till I'm sleep

Crush these **** with my fist

Your daddy was a coward you's a son of a bitch

So back to the glock with the infra-blue clip

We hit licks and gang bang

You on some T-Pain shit

Chop the pop and 20 crip

Watch the flames hit his whip

Then I'm back to the block shit

Rock shit, hot shit

Hit 'em in the chest

Doggy run up in his pockets

Misrepresenting sock him in his eye socket

I sat back and let you little **** make your profits

Nonsense, I'm watching, hoes out of pocket

You heard what they say

Don't block it till you knock it

You stole my whole style

I'm 'bout to take you fools hostage

Brrrah, bhrrrrah

From the looks to the hooks

I'm looking at these new **** flippin' through my book

There's only one king

Is you a pawn or a rook?

I got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot

So beef with me it's none

**** done south huh

I throw a bullet at ya who gon catch it **** duck

Then send them goons at ya

Turn your weapons into dust

You against me it's like trying to fight a bus

I'm at the BET Awards sitting in disgust

It's still a (G Thang) but yet they wanna be us

They wanna be Daz

They wanna be Kurupt

Cash on delivery money up front

Yeah

Bubble kush out a purple blunt

Who's the best **** circle one

Snoop Dogg

I'm large in the streets

My arms and my feets knee deep in the game

I'm the best on the beat

Let you little **** speak

And run for a treat

Motherfuckin' geeks

All y'all **** owe me until you rest in peace

And that's our D.P.G. motherfuckas

That's real shit man

How the fuck y'all gon' keep having these award shows out here on the west coast

But ain't no mutherfuckas from the west coast winning no awards, ****?

It's like that, it's just like that

We showed you **** how to do this shit

Bitch ass ****.

Want some, get some.

Bad enough, take some

Written by: Nottz, Snoop Dogg

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