I Can't Swim

You can't even trust your own Mama

I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin'
Takin' this game to the next level
I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread
We'll take the money and the game away
Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on
I'm tellin' you the good God truth, you want proof?
Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'?
I bet they won't say the same that day
Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils
Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna fuck, Snoop?"
While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin'
Now what I'm tryin' to do and what I'm gon' do
Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you

Jelly Roll, pulled a rabbit out his hat
East side, long beach, gang bang roller
They struck me out, now I'm pinch hittin' for the Reds

T R U S T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy

And everybody sittin' around, waitin' on me
From the solar 'cuz this is it
I hate water, I can't swim, I never learned to swim
But I'm a Dodger Blue, so I gotta keep it true
Stay on the red up, pimpin' ain't easy
And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros?
And that's usually how the scenario rolls on
But it's okay 'cuz I don't trip
That Snoop is back in dis, mothafucka handlin' his biz
And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow

Pushin' them dubs, look here 'cuz
So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes
Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro

Don't trust no one, like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one

There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz
If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds

I thought I told you, bitch, I'm a soulja
So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do?
She either fuckin', gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home
And you da type a nigga, I been dyin' ta meet
Aah, put me down, let go of my leg
Can ya dig it? I can dig it
And like I told you from the get go
This is Snoopy Collins, trust no one, especially a bitch
They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead

Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me
I hate water, I can't swim, aah
I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back, aah, 'cuz I know it's like dat

Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on
Rip ridin', put mines in
I gotta home run, nigga we long gone

Show us how you do it, Uncle Snoopy

I make dat shit for the realest of millions
'Cuz, "Bitches, ain't shit but hoes and tricks"
Keep ya head level, hand on my get up
The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep
Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo
Lemme tell you how it's gon' be
Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home
Hmm and oh, what a relief it is
Or even a bitch ass, nigga, yo, ha
Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh, shit

Bitch, I ain't lookin' for none

I shouldn't have trusted you, I put all of my trust in you
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl, though
If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me
And don't trust anyone, ohh, you can't trust nobody, baby
Oh, no, you did it again, put me down
But there's a whole lot of fed up
Well number one, keep your hand on your gun
You might got kids for 'cuz or down wit' bud
So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me