ETA (with Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak)

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Ay, I think my shit kicking in
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 What's the fuckin' key of the song, nigga?
 What's the ETA on the blunt?
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 Yeah, on life, nigga, like
 Alright, come on, let's get serious
 Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
 Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands (whoa)
 Big booty, little dog, jogging by Kenneth Hahn
 Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car
 Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
 Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums
 No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
 They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances
 Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
 I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on
 When was that? In '93?
 You probably wasn't even born
 Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the '64
 Shit, I've been going back and forth
 Chevy or Aventador
 Took a walk in the park
 Nigga, that's your backyard
 Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate?
 The same place that I saw them gods out in Panama
 Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
 Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
 Niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke
 I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
 You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
 Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
 Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
 Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
 Nigga, where was you in the '80s?
 Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and their babies
 Fiends was running around with stolen shit to sell me crazy
 But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack and gave 'em maybe
 Gave this bitch a sample, that's my test tube baby
 Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream, pastries
 Five star general, bitch, I'm outranking 'em
 Fiends gave me so much bread I had to start thanking 'em
 Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spankin' 'em
 Talked the coke connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em
 If you stole my shit with the nigga that helped you, walk the plank with him
 Hmm, bruk him down, like a bomboclaat acronym
 Shh, look don't tell your peeps, but all of my niggas are after him
 Hmm, you're just a bitch, tell me, why you're actin' so masculine?
 Hmm, who the fuck is he?
 Tell me, why are the fuck is you asking him (why?)
 And as I'm smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb
 I'm only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?
 Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
 Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
 Niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke
 I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
 You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
 Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
 Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
 Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
11
Tempo
80 BPM

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