I guess you wonder where I've been

I searched to find the love within

I came back to let you know

Got a thing for you and I can't let go

Yes, sir

It's been a minute

But, my nigga, we still in it

And we in it to win it

(I know you're gonna dig this)

Comin' up, I broke the rules for these diamonds and pearls

Then put this blue rag everywhere around the world

Daddy in the streets, so his son follow suit

It's a doggy dog world, so my mama named me Snoop

So you see why ain't nothin' but a G-thing, loc

When you in it this long, you start to see things, loc

Little homie from Compton, Long Beach, same boat

Ain't a duo in this motherfucker we can't smoke (Yеah)

Murder was the case, not guilty was thе verdict

S-N-double-O-P, no matter how you word it

Game the Dogg, you should've wrote it when you heard it

My mama would tell you, "Snoop Dogg ain't perfect

but he do what he say he do"

Put that blue in that Mercedes coupe

Rollin' 20s, nigga, that's who I'm related to (Gang)

I spent my whole life Crippin' and I made it through

then gave it all to Baby Boo

What you won't do, do for love

You've tried everything, but you won't give up

I came back to let you know

Got a thing for you and I can't let go

(G-G-G Unit)

Bring it back to what it was

And tell me if you still got love for a thug

If you lit, throw a dub, if you strip in the club

If you rich out the mud, if you Crip or a Blood

Do you mind if I crash out? Ride with the dash out

Hit a switch with the ass out, flick a ash out

Stop by the stash house where I serve fiends

With my right hand to God, left arm in a sling

Yeah, them shots rang out and I met that nigga from Queens

When the Doc came out, I brought my city a ring

Then Dot came out, "Lil' homie, go do your thing"

'Cause my Glock laid out for everything in between

Told Pooh in '95 and told him the night he died

Nigga, this for Rob and my Air Max 95s

Twenty years since I saved the Westside

And I'ma be the underdog 'til I die

What you won't do, do for love

You've tried everything, but you won't give up

I came back to let you know

Got a thing for you and I can't let go

It's the West for the win

Put them rags in the wind

You know them real niggas at it again

We in that low-low on them rims

Top down and my chains

Enough of the Dogg, I'm givin' you game

One, two, three and to the four

It ain't no Game and Snoop without Dr. Dre, loc

One hand on my 9, I made my entrance with my rag untucked

So, big homie, let me rip shit up

Give me the microphone first, so I can rock it like Cube did

And before me slip in the clip

I gotta tell you what the truth is

This for Makaveli

I gotta do it for Nip

I did it for Cider Block

This Long Beach Crip

Where you from?

Eastside

But you know it's still Westside

Rag on the right

Cuh, mine on the left side

Dot on your head for the shit that we don't let slide

Shit get any deeper, then we in that GNX like

I guess you wonder where I've been

I searched to find the love within

I came back to let you know

Got a thing for you and I can't let go