20 Dollars to my Name Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

20 Dollars to my Name Lyrics

    Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
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    Snoop Dogg
    Nigga 20 dollars to my name
    Deep in this dice game
    I dust off my knees
    I fucked off two g's
    Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
    Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
    I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
    Shit I'm tyring to get mine
    Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
    It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
    Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
    And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
    And get you gun out
    And shoot'em up till they come out
    I'm blowing in the wind
    It feels good my friend
    Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in
    I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
    A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke
    But if I wasn't in this rap game
    Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

    Choruos Fiend
    Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
    And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
    If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed
    Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

    Fiend
    I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
    With this automatic rocket
    Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
    Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
    Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
    Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
    Cold blooded killing for ??? this
    Soda couldn't rock this
    chop a shelf when i drop this
    My ??? can't chop this
    The hunger that I hold
    Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
    See this here with a hole
    Allowed that silencer to blow
    And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

    Soulja Slim
    Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
    Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
    I seen my nigga nigga from way way back
    Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
    He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
    He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
    And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time
    So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???
    And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
    And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being
    shot

    Chorus

    Silkk the Shocker
    Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
    I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride
    Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
    Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine
    I told him weed charge it 2 the game
    Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
    Some slum shit
    Some out the projects dumb shit
    some weed and blunt shit
    Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
    Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun
    shit
    Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
    So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick
    door
    Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
    Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking
    It be a hustle just to eat
    And it be hard on these streets
    Gotta get my hustle on
    Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this

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