From The D 2 The LBC

– [eminem] check, check

Check what the fuck

Yo, why is it so smoky in here, man?

Yo, snoop are you blowing smoke in here?

– [snoop] ain’t no smoking here, everything is clear in here

[eminem coughing]

– [eminem] yo I can’t even breathe in here

– [snoop] just spit them lyrics, slim. You trippin’

[eminem coughing]

Yeah, it’s been a minute

This probably should have happened a while ago

Fuck it

We’re here now though let’s go

Yeah man what the fuck yo yo snoop (oh man)

Let me see them buds man that shit’s the size of my hand dogg

Maybe I’ll relapse what the fuck

That’s how I know that

I’m in the studio with the doggy

In californ-e cuz my homie from long beach

Always got that bomb weed

That’s why I feel a calm breeze

Every time I palm trees (get it)

Just like that blond bleach

I went platinum then so did my albums

Calvin’s turning me into a zombie

Cuz these buds are like the hulk

They’re twice the size that his arm be

And that is some strong green

Got a contact my contact lenses are foggy

I might end up in walgreens

Pharmacy with my arm asleep gone off lean mixed with dramamine

I will treat paula dean like a fuckin’ human pin ball machine

Bouncin’ balls off her tonsils if y’all are seekin’ the smoke

I got all the weed

I am a walking motherfuckin’ marijuana leaf

And I’m here to stay

My reign’s so definite

My longevity needs a hearing aid

Still wearing haynes

T-shirts I done bodied some features with legendary names

Was there when dre turned the chronic to monetary gain

Cause dope is addictive just like they call it marijuana

Cause like marriage you wanna marry jane

It’s like you and spiderman feel the very same

My adversary’s came

But these little degenerates are my lineage

When it comes to pockets weren’t many

If any as skinny as mine bitch I was penniless

Now I’m plenty rich and the shit don’t make any sense

I was in a motherfucking pinch like a titty twist

Now I’m sitting as pretty as each penny is

While I’m penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs

I finna to fool I’m in effect

Gimme the semi and when I pull the big guns out

That trigger pull it until the motherfuckin’ shit runs out of bullets

Somebody better call an ambulance

You live it will be miraculous

Got more hits than a contract killer

Like caterpillars that don’t got antenna’s

Other words I don’t got no god damn fillers

Mt. Westmore you didn’t plan for this from detroit all the way to los angeles

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213

Let’s see them blunts raised

Whether you eastside or westside of the 313

Let’s see them guns blaze

Make money moves like the matrix

Make more mount motivation

Roll up, more meditation

I’m watching the moves that you make might wanna get back to the basics

Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, making sure the mission is profitable

Ain’t no mission impossib-ble

One phone call and my monsters will go

Dump phones, hop in a mazda and go

Fuck that, y’all stay

Nigga I’m finna go

Think you slick, boy this crip

You ain’t ready to take it where I’m finna go

Mafia rules

You making a mockery, me a monopoly

Speak on my flow, my nigga I’m mopping ’em

Slept on my flo’ now niggas is copying

Niggas be opping through all this opulence

Give me a task, I conquer it

This ain’t the time for pondering

You niggas is slandering

This real shit niggas be honoring (on god)

You looking for followers and not watching my niggas that’s following

Nigga fuck them likes

I’m young like what, my niggas young problem

East side, east up

My nigga eminem woke the beast up

Let ya’ll ride now a nigga want it back like the lease up

Think its a game you gone see sum

Ain’t no peace, you’ll be missing a piece of ya

Niggas popped off, now sheets on em

Mama all mad, kids all sad, damn my bad

Send a few coins to the coroner

Please make a sweet for ’em

Nigga I don’t hop on tracks I leap on ’em

In the fields with the cleats on ’em

Steve job of the cannabis mob

I’m do time, nigga knew it be mine

Suge knew I’d go platinum the minute I signed

If you’re looking for the facts, I’m the nigga to find

Young nigga sold crack in the middle of pine

In the face of this cripping

Long beach, these seas is different

Four man with the put on

Still getting bread with the niggas I put on

Yea, yea

I put my hood on

Shit got cold so I threw my hood on

Yea, yea

Marshall and calvin, both from the gutters like public housing

Now we both performing for 100s of thousands

Wearing no makeup, but we still be clowning muthafuckas

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213

Let’s see them blunts raised

Whether you eastside or westside of the 313

Let’s see them guns blaze

My detroit niggas verse everybody

My long beach niggas verse everybody

My detroit niggas leave with a body

My long beach niggas shoot up the party

– [snoop] this is not that stunt weed they give you on a movie set

This is that [grunts]

That thing that killed john wayne

[song playing in background]

– [snoop] man what the fuck ^[2]