What Goes Up

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Say, man 20 years in the game, man And there's one thing I found out, man The game will revolve, and it will come to you if it's meant for you to have it But what's real and what's fake is.. [Verse 1: Slim The Mobster] What goes up must come down But I promise to shake the world up if my feet touch the ground Now I party 'till the patron out Start a fight and get thrown out Party out of control now Tell the bartender send another round to the the women But only the fly women Not a gold digger mistress Smelling money through my denim Silk suits and linen The big coup is tinted The TV's like a 10 inch The definition of menace Bitches stay on my dick 24 hour fitness They surprised I did it Now the sky's the limit They say money bring power and what did I do to get it In the pursuit of happiness, I'm Will Smith with it No pen, no pad, just real swift with it My music is all I had when no bitch could deal with it Left a lot of shit in the past, your ass along with it Make sure I send you a plaque every time I get it For every time you told me to quit it and I didn't I hope you get the post card and pictures The letters when I send them Look at the view I'm getting Cheers to your bitches, here's to you bitches [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Hahaha Yeah Here's to you bitches Especially you bucky mouth bitches that Didn't think a nigga was gonna make it Yeah, now I'm having money, cars, bank accounts, blowing big kush I'm so mother fucking high in the sky I think I'm a mother fucking California bald eagle Yeah, bitch. A bald eagle Can you dig that? Catch me if you can, mother fucker I'm sky high Walking up on you, I ain't doing no drive-bys Drug rehab take a stab at my red eyes 9 shot, fly swat, leaving you dead flys Last call, asphalt, got your ass taped off Make off, break off, taking my cape off Head to the back ?? with Slim in the back seat Dre and Dogg back, we ain't fucking with wack beats Bitch ass niggas who ain't brought nothing back like All in my lane, boy, get out my spot light Not playing no more, man fuck a pop record Better make a hot record, I ain't gon' say it no more Uh, we twist, drip, and ball Ya'll motha fuckas better listen to Dogg Get the bitches, the drank, the money and respect And never hit the set without your Tec on deck Ya digg?