[Intro: Original Concept]
Knowledge me homie
This is a test of the emergency broadcast system
Had there been an actual emergency, your local station and conjunction with the relevant federal authorities will broadcast the following three recorded announcements
[Verse 1: Al Green & Original Concept]
I can't believe that it's real
The way that you make me feel
A burning deep down inside
A love that I cannot hide
Our love is you and me, baby
That make the world go round
And if keeping you and loving you means
Knowledgе me homie
Laying all my troubles down
Hеre I am, baby, come and take me
Here I am, baby, won't you come and take me
Take me by the hand, yeah
Show me
Here I am, baby
When I'm down
Knowledge me homie
I can always call you
For a helping hand
I know you'll do the best you can
But it don't take much for me
[Skit: Heron & Joe Cool]
Get that nigga, man
Man, get that fool, man, get him, man, he trying to run, man
Dump on that fool, man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now?
Fuck you, nigga
Yeah, nigga, what's up?
Nigga
Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga, one less nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, nigga, you's a dead motherfucker now
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Original Concept]
Knowledge me homie
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shaking and they break in tryna save the Dogg
Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming
I stop breathing, damn, I see demons
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for praying, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying
Knowledge me homie
Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better
How long will I live? Eternal life and forever
And will I be the G that I was?
I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes, my son, my eyes are closed
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg & Original Concept]
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my Mama and my Daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again, but anyway
I get fronted some ki's to get back on my feet
And everything that nigga said came to reality
Knowledge me homie
Living like a baller loc
Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke
I bought my Mama a Benz and bought my boo boo a Jag
And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
Just remember who changed your mind
'Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine
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