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