20 Minutes (Part II)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Aye yo Goldie Loc, remember that shit we did about two years ago Cuz, called "20 Minutes"? We drove the hood crazy with that shit Yeah yeah, check this out Ask me this nigga, what's twenty-two minus two? Matter of fact, what's fifteen plus five? Or ten times two? You know what time it is [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg x Goldie Loc] I pour a bowl of Wheaties in my bowl, it's cold And then I jump up in my Brougham, sittin' on Daytons and bone So I'm heading to the city of the L.B.C One-five, block four of the R.T.C Two-owe, you know, me and loc big smoke We pimp these hoes, while I bang on these chongos Don't make me act like a motherfuckin' fool I know these niggas way back, but they act cool Long Beach, so deep, nigga why you talkin' cheap? We be C-Walkin', stalkin', hawkin', walkin' in the streets Beeper freak, bump the beat, keep the heat on the seat of the Benz Get some ends, call some friends here we go again I'm saggin' so hard, my shorts look like pants I write my own raps and I do my own dance Stretch more, bullet wound, t-shirts, county fool You know we Crip'd it, that Long Beach attitude Gat at you? Nigga, I ain't mad at you But if you poppin' that shit, that's what I gotta do There that fool, had a nigga tell me, told me homie said the Dubb was soft So I had to blow his motherfuckin' face off You motherfuckers can't even Crip on your own two I got somethin' for her, him and you Talk the talk, walk the walk, fuck what you see-zay Catch your mama slippin', while she trynna sell these low days [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Long Beach niggas is the craziest Especially them Eastside Twenty Crips Two, Fours hoes and shows These bitches only fuckin' with the real Two Owes Long Beach niggas is the craziest Especially them Eastside Twenty Crips Two, Fours hoes and shows These bitches only fuckin' with the real Two Owes [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg x Goldie Loc] So now I really know why you niggas act hard Scared fools out of their Atlantic farms Big Willie get silly, hit with the Mac-millie Bellin' with my two heats, call a nigga Billy Half-gate mass straight in the A-top back Doggy Dogg is a mark, motherfucker stop that Y'all knew from the getty how we do in the city Where the grass is greener, and the Crips are much meaner I do my own trippin', while you lookin' for a set-up Catch him at the "dead light" and get that ass wet up And watch your fat friend Get beat up again, we got streets hot on this black and gold bend Godlie Loc, stay on one, while I stay gone two Brownies in my pocket, click it, cock it, knock it Drop it, pop it, pop it Doghouse motherfucker, you can't stop it [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Long Beach niggas is the craziest Especially them Eastside Twenty Crips Two, Fours hoes and shows These bitches only fuckin' with the real Two Owes Long Beach niggas is the craziest Especially them Eastside Twenty Crips Two, Fours hoes and shows These bitches only fuckin' with the real Two Owes [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg x Goldie Loc] We get money, nothin' funny when we bang with this Crip shit Talkin' shit, bumpin' lips'll get you fucked up bitch Now you know about these Long Beach hogs Don't fuck with Goldie Loc or the homie Snoop Dogg Now if I put that on something, I'ma come through dumpin' Most likely with  the four-fifth heat I say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Owes up, this is R.T.C I throw a fit, I take your bitch, I hit a switch and hit that G-shit Dubs up, please believe it Black, gold, gold and black Back on the map Motherfucker just like that [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Two times.. "Rollin" Motherfucker, just like that Two times.. "Rollin" J-j-just like that Two times.. "Rollin" Just like..