Snoop Dogg - Roaches in my ashtray lyrics

N***a slid up in my car in my passenger seat Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat Stashed my heat up under my seat Stepped out my ride holla’d at a few freaks Take a couple flicks, mac a b*tch Baby what’s your name, passionate Fashion Nova, fashion fit Dogg where the weed at? Ain’t that a b*tch I’m gibbing right now, it’s Thanksgiving right now Showing baby how I’m living right now Clear the crowd, back to my car no squares in my circle Bodyguard hard, could’ve swore I left a blunt in my ashtray Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play Don’t be f*cking with my roaches in my ashtray Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by, yeah) You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don’t be f*ckin with the roaches in my ashtray Don’t be touching, not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving all my roaches in my ashtray So don’t be f*ckin with the roaches in my ashtray Seat on recliner, suede headliner Just pulled in Mel’s Diner, line of Chevy’s, Lacs, name it it’s there Fresh wet paint, leather interior Players are everywhere Nothing but love and good bud in the air Guap took his camera out Taking pictures of the homies in their cars While they hittin switches, some knocking b*tches Me, I’m on a mission Versuri-lyrics.info Fuel injected, front end suspension Wishing the whole world roll like we ride There’s always one homie trying to get that free high S**t never fails, yeah this s**t for sale Skip the bail, put the s**t on scale This the last day, for your last play Quit f*cking with the roaches in my ashtray Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by, yeah) You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don’t be f*ckin with the roacheees in my ashtray Don’t be touching, not my roacheees in my ashtray I be loving all my roacheees in my ashtray So don’t be f*ckin with the roaches in my ashtray Say man, you ni**as think yall crafty huh? Sitting in my car, adjusting my music Telling me how sweet my car is And all of a sudden my roaches is missing Say man, don’t be f*ckin with the roacheees in my ashtray You hear me?