Don't Forget Where You Came From Lyrics

*(Swoop G talking)*

Fuck you Snoop.
Live and offical.
Uh.
Direct.
Death Row.
Yeah.
Dynasty nigga.
Holla back.
Death Row is a franchise, a legacy
New beginning, is the ending of you.
I done wrote this shit.
The new generation.
Find 'em nigga, where you at?
Ha.
Yeah.

You know my niggas runnin
what you juss doin
we been an done it
pushin V-12 600's
puffin lovin my women
diamonds shinin priceless on my neck
I ain't spent a big face yet
still spendin small faces from that '92 spot
Dr. Dre thanks a lot for that Chronic you dropped
now I'm droppin mine in '99
the present is mine
in the year two-thous, please believe we holdin it down
polish the crown
bustin the rounds
get the fuck down
movin the crowd
make the sqares act right now
me an Suge
I'm the ace in the hole
makin the doe
for my dog Mr. Knight I pray you get parole
an to that bitch-made nigga Snoop Doggy hoe
I'll get at you in the hood
you ain't the homie no mo'
an this ain't about Death Row
it's about the set
holla back an you can meet me on some Reno bet.

Chorus *(Swoop G)*

You can shine in yo time
but I'ma shine the hardest
Death Row, diamonds reward
the number one artist
Long Beach is a dynasty
and Swoop is in his prime
you know I'm holdin down mine
fake niggas you know the time.
It's crucial
the feelings mutual
so when I see you, I'ma shoot you
niggas will swear that I never knew you
Ah!
I can't believe you would do what you've done
cross Death Row and forget where you from.
Uh.
Trisha Yearwood % Garth Brooks - Don't Forget Where You Came From - http://motolyrics.com/trisha-yearwood-garth-brooks/dont-forget-where-you-came-from-lyrics.html
*(Swoop talking)*

Snoop ain't never had a Death Row piece cuz it's only fo ridas
that's why he at that Dogg Pound shit.

That nigga fake as Pretty Tony
the phony homie
give me ya Rollie
the real homies droppin fools, shinin like gold D's
best believe baby boy we gettin our cheese
you juss a weenie Snoop Dogg
so tuck ya tail and leave
and we makin moves
you gettin used
battered an bruised
I fill in your shoes
so there it is, touch it or lose
cuz you can't handle
what I do
callin shots
and come bustin at your homeboys too
lookin for you in the LBC pushin a Nav
and it's in my lap
I don't keep the heat in the dash
license and permitt so if I see you it's meant
for me to tear your head off on some murderous shit
you simple minded
look at me shinin
all in the doe
after this I'm buyin a label
and a studio
I lost love for ya Snoop back then
when Swoop bruised yo chin
at the video shoot for the Twinz.

*(Chorus)*

At the Ampa Theatre
remember we gangstas
so we mobbed in that mutha fucka in Chuck Taylor's and gators
pushin our weight
man we thought you niggas was tanks
but we was flexin our muscles from the jump at the gate
now we inside
when Death Row ride it's do or die
pushin the line
mashin like Pac an Suge Knight
when he slapped you up
you had to run to get 'em up
one on one
and I thought you niggas was soldiers
cuz if this was a war
man ya team would be dead
you know how we get when we take that chronic to the head
and we mixed it with liquor
an the Nina's out to get ya
it's ritz
so loc you betta handle your shit
and you know this ain't a game we playin
I'm tellin ya mayne
don't make me pull this mutha fuckin strap out again.
Uh.

*(Chorus til fades out)*