Song: From The D 2 The LBC
Artist: Eminem & Snoop Dogg
From The D 2 The LBC is a song recorded by American rapper Eminem & Snoop Dogg released officially on June 24, 2022, as a stand-alone single through Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records and Interscope Records. It was written by Marshall Mathers, Calvin Broadus, Luis Resto and produced by Eminem. This is their collaboration after 20 years after track “Bitch Please II” from The Marshall Mathers LP in year 2000. The music video was released alongside the single directed by James Larese. From The D 2 The LBC has debuted at #72 on US Billboard Hot 100 and peaked at #7 on New Zealand Hot Singles (RMNZ).
Eminem & Snoop Dogg – From The D 2 The LBC Mp3 and Music Video
Eminem & Snoop Dogg – From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics
Yeah, it’s been a minute
This probably should’ve happened a while ago
f-ck it, we’re here now though, let’s go
Yeah, man, what the f-ck? yo
Yo, snoop, oh, man
Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds
I can’t even–
Man, that shit’s the size of my hand, dogg
That sh#t just made me relapse
The f-ck?
That’s how i know that i’m in the studio with the doggy (where?)
In californi’ ’cause my homie from long beach
I always got that bomb weed (that’s why)
I feel a calm breeze (yeah)
Every time i palm trees (get it?), just like that blonde bleach
I went platinum then so did my album (yeah)
Calvin’s turning me into a zombie
’cause these buds are like the hulk, they’re twice the size that his arm be
And that is some strong green (strong green)
Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy
I might end up in walgreens ph#rm#cy
With my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with dramamine
I will treat paula deen like a f-ckin’ human pin-ball machine
Bouncing balls off her tonsils
If y’all are seeking’ the smoke, i got all the weed
I am a walking motherf-ckin’ marijuana leaf, and i’m here to stay
My ring’s so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (what?)
Still wearing hanes t-shirts, i done bodied some features with legendary names (yeah)
Was there when dre turned the chronic to monetary gain (woo)
’cause dope is addictive, just like they call it marijuana
’cause like marriage, you wanna marry jane
It’s like you and spider-man feel the very same (yeah)
My adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineage
And when it come to pockets, weren’t many
If any as skinny as mine, b#tch, i was penniless
Now i’m plenty rich, and this sh#t don’t make any sense
I was in the motherf-ckin’ pinch like a titty twist
Now i’m sitting as pretty as each penny is
While i’m penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs
I ain’t finna fool ’em, and in fact, give me the semi
And when i pull the big guns out that trigger
Pull it, until the motherf-ckin’ sh#t runs out of bullets
Somebody better call a ambulance (woo)
If you live, it’ll be miraculous
I got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars that don’t got antennas
Other words, i don’t got no god damn fillers
Mt. westmore, you did not plan for this (nah)
From detroit all the way to los angeles (haha, yeah)
So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let’s see them blunts raised (brr)
Whether you east side or west side of the 313, let’s see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)
Make money moves like the matrix
Make more mount, motivation
Roll up one, meditation
I’m watchin’ the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics
Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, make sure the mission is profitable
Ain’t no mission impossib-ble
One phone call and my monsters’ll go
Dump phones, hop in a mazda and go
f-ck they, y’all stay, n#gg#, i’m finna go
You think you slick, boy, this crip
You ain’t ready take it where i’m finna go
Mafia roots, you makin’ a mockery of me (what?)
A monopoly, stick on my flow
My n#gg#, i’m moppin’ ’em, slept on my floor
Now n#gg#s is copyin’
n#gg#s be opping through all of this opulence
Gave me a task, i conquer it
This ain’t the time for ponderin’
You n#gg#s is slanderin’, this real sh#t, n#gg#s be honorin’
You lookin’ for followers, and not watchin’ my n#gg#s that’s followin’
n#gg#, f-ck them likes, i’m yelling like, “what, my n#gg#s young problem?”
Eastside, east up, n#gg#, eminem, woke the beast up
Let y’all ride, now a n#gg# want it back like the lease up
Think it’s a game, you gon’ see some’
Ain’t no peace, you been missin’ a piece of
n#gg# popped off, now sheets on ’em
Mom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my bad
Send a few coins to the coroner
Please make a sweet for ’em
n#gg#, i don’t hop on tracks, i leap on ’em
In the field with the cleats on ’em
Steve jobs of the cannabis mob
It do time, n#gg# knew it be mine
Suge knew i’d go platinum the minute i signed
If you’re lookin’ for the facts, i’m a n#gg# to find
Young n#gg# sold crack in the middle of pine
In the face of this crippin’, long beach, these seas is different
Four man with the put on
Still gettin’ bread with the n#gg#s i put on
Yeah, yeah, i put my hood on
sh#t got cold, i put my hood on, yeah, yeah
Marshall and calvin, both from the gutters like public housin’
Now we’re both performin’ for hundreds of thousands
Wearin’ no makeup, but we still be clownin’, m#th*rf-ck*rs
So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let’s see them blunts raised (brr)
Whether you east side or west side of the 313, let’s see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)
My detroit n#gg#s verse everybody
My long beach n#gg#s verse everybody
My detroit n#gg#s leave with a body
My long beach n#gg#s shoot up the party
From The D 2 The LBC Mp3 Download by Eminem & Snoop Dogg
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