From the D 2 the LBC Songtext
von Eminem & Snoop Dogg

Yeah, it′s been a minute
This probably should've happened a while ago
Fuck it, we′re here now though, let's go
Yeah, man, what the fuck? Yo
Yo, Snoop, oh, man
Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds
I can't even
Man, that shit′s the size of my hand, Dogg
That shit just made me relapse
The fuck?

That′s how I know that I'm in the studio with the Doggy (where?)
In Californ-E, ′cause my homie from Long Beach
I always got that bomb weed (that's why)
I feel a calm breeze (yeah)
Every time I palm trees (get it?) Just like that blonde bleach
I went platinum then so did my albums


Calvin′s turning me into a zombie
'Cause these buds are like the Hulk
They′re twice the size that his arm be
And that is some strong green (strong green)
Got a contact, my contact lenses are foggy
I might end up in Walgreen's pharmacy
With my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with Dramamine

I will treat Paula Dean like a fuckin' human pin-ball machine
Bouncing balls off her tonsils
If y′all are seeking′ the smoke, I got all the weed
I am a walking motherfuckin' marijuana leaf
And I′m here to stay
My ring's so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (what?)
Still wearing Hanes T-shirts, I done bodied some features with legendary names (yeah)
Was there when Dre turned The Chronic to monetary gain (woo)

′Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it marijuana
'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry Jane
It′s like you and Spider-Man feel the very same (yeah)
My adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineage


And when it come to pockets, weren't many
If any as skinny as mine, bitch, I was penniless
Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don′t make any sense
I was in the motherfuckin′ 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'm finna′ fool, I'm in effect, give me 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 a ambulance (woo)
You live, it'll be miraculous
I got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars that don't got antennas
Other words, I don′t got no Goddamn fillers
Mt. Westmore, you did not plan for this (nah)
From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (haha, yeah)

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213
Let′s see them blunts raised (brr)
Whether you East Side or West Side of the 313
Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)

Make money moves like The Matrix
Make More Mount, motivation
Roll up one, meditation
I′m watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics
Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, make sure the mission is profitable
Ain′t no mission impossib-ble
One phone call and my monsters'll go
Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go
Fuck they, y′all stay, nigga I'm finna go

You think you slick, boy, this Crip
You ain't ready take it where I′m finna go
Mafia roots, you makin′ a mockery of me (what?)
A monopoly, stick on my flow
My nigga I'm moppin′ 'em, slept on my floor
Now niggas is copyin′
Niggas be opping through all of this opulence
Gave me a task, I conquer it
This ain't the time for ponderin′

You niggas is slanderin', this real shit, niggas be honorin'
You lookin′ for followers, and not watchin′ my niggas that's followin′
Nigga, fuck them likes, I'm yelling like, "What? My niggas young problem"
Eastside, Eastside nigga, Eminem, woke the beast up
Let y′all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease up
Think it's a game? You gon′ see some
Ain't no peace, you been missin' a piece of

Nigga popped off, now sheets on ′em
Mom 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 field with the cleats on 'em
Steve Jobs of the cannabis mob
It do time, nigga knew it be mine
Suge knew I′d go platinum the minute I signed

If you're lookin′ for the facts, I'm a nigga to find
Young nigga sold crack in the middle of pine
In the face of this Crippin'
Long Beach, these seas is different
Four man with the put on
Still gettin′ bread with the niggas I put on
Yeah, yeah, I put my hood on
Shit got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeah

Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin′
Now we're both performin′ for hundreds of thousands
Wearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin′, motherfuckers

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213
Let's see them blunts raised (brr)
Whether you East Side or West Side of the 313
Let′s see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)

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