Joy versuri

Joy lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Intro
Good morning

Chorus
Yeah, magnum opus nigga, we the elite
She ain’t a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? Nigga, bon appetit
Time to fuck up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the police
Dead presidents forgot to impeach, gang
Snatched crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here’s a piece, all my niggas eat
Time to fuck up the streets

Verse
They want to stick me for my paper, no biggie
Death Row ’94, I bought the hammer with mе
This rap shit that went soft on niggas
You know the rest, LAX, takе off on niggas
I’m talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco
Facts and a choco
Hey Siri, we need some more hoes
I know you hear me in your theory, we gon’ poke holes
Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that’s the logo
Come have a seat with us, keep discreet figures
Roll to the riches, bitches, at the Staples Center, hittin’ switches
Celebrate my nigga Kobe like JFK
And turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday
No more TED talk, let the bread talk
OG Loud, nigga Kid Rock, city in the headlock
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip gin and juice when we thirsty
Yeah, you on the clock, Tik-Tok, nigga kick rocks
With the position you’re in, I be pissed off
My clip cough, 3-2-1, lift off
She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lift cost
I bet a blank check will drive all them tears
Black Moses, give me my roses while I’m here with ya
They say a artist paint until ain’t nothing left
That’s what the fuck I call a brush for death
What you expect, huh?

Chorus
Yeah, magnum opus nigga, we the elite
She ain’t a freak, but she do it for me, gang
Took the crumbs and I made me a feast
You want a piece? Nigga, bon appetit
Time to fuck up the streets
Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the police
Dead presidents forgot to impeach, gang
Snatched crumbs out the mouth of the beast
Here’s a piece, all my niggas eat
Time to fuck up the streets