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On his long journey he found many places to stay. A log Larry. Hmm. In a bog. Bog Larry. Or in another frog, frog Larry.
But none were quite so good as lilypad.
So liilypad Larry went on an adventure to find an even better lilypad. Perhaps one he could finally call home.
AND on the 12th day, in a new pond down the road, lilypad Larry found a new lilypad!
Big and buoyant and green and verdant, he decided that this would be his home.
Until this lilypad was also destroyed VIOLENTLY by a pond eruption.
And no more lilypad for lilypad Larry.
And then, he killed himself.
Livin' what I call the way I did it
Doin' it my way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
And we gon' get our bread up
While I roll my weed up
In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
I'm Snoop Dogg— Dogg
And my rhyme— rhyme— rhymes are fresh
I'm Snoop Dogg— Dogg
And my rhyme— rhyme— rhymes are fresh
Hit-Boy, Snoop Dogg
We keep blowin' trees, all these emergencies
A hundred-million-dollar deals with this cryptocurrency
Spitter, hitter, did her, get her, man, I got a lotta moves
Used to spend a lotta bread on a whole lotta jewels
Fools learn fast, so I must be the fastest
Took all my classes, learned it by the masses
Surpassed all the masters, now I'm the master
Last thing out there is my Doggystyle masters
Yeah, I gotta have it like a bad habit
'Cause Doggystyle, ♥♥♥♥♥, was a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' classic (Ooh-wee)
Am I lyin'? No, you not
It was hot, so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, gimme what you got
Now we can get off into some gangsta ♥♥♥♥
We can laugh, toast or blast (What up, cuz?)
Or you can be a gentleman
And handle this ♥♥♥♥ like you got some class
But if I get back, then I could live like that (Facts)
See, we don't cry over spilled milk
I'm Snoop Dogg, baby, and I'm smooth as silk
Every beat I rapped on, that ♥♥♥♥♥ was killed
Every brim I wore, that ho was tilt
I'm standin' tall like I'm walkin' on stilts
Aftermath on blast from the house I built, uh (Haha)
And that's east to the west, right?
The ♥♥♥♥♥♥ on my team, they say they livin' they best life
A drug dealer turned CEO
And I'ma show you how to get this dough
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Livin' what I call the way I did it
Doin' it my way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
And we gon' get our bread up
While I roll my weed up
In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
Yo, Nick (Yo)
So, uh, how much is my Sandbox worth right now?
Your sand— your sand token?
Yeah, what's my— (Just your token?)
Yeah (Uh, four-point— four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's time for another one
Yeah, haha
I'm Snoop Dogg— Dogg
And my rhyme— rhyme— rhymes are fresh
I'm Snoop Dogg— Dogg
And my rhyme— rhyme— rhymes are fresh
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Walkin' through The Sandbox with flip-flops on
This reminds me of a hip-hop song (Right on)
No Instagrams, no TikToks on
You run up on the Dogg and get bip-bopped on (Bip-bopped on?)