Snoop Dogg, October London - Touch Away

Yes
Death Row Records
What, y'all thought we was gone?
We back on

Right back in your motherfucking ass
Twenty twenty twenty-two two two two
Yes, yes
Hand me that file
Let me light this shit up my nigga

I gotta be, I gotta be a better me
Top dog, whole 'nother Pedigree
Snoop Dogg, ain't none of y'all ahead of me
I'm all peace, no beef, so I'ma let it be
Splitting backwards, sitting in front of a tree
I'm thinking back, this is right where I wanted to be
DPGC, feet in the sand as the dance on your TV
Yeah, I make this shit look organic
And this is from the most recognized on the planet
Damn it, and you haters can't stand it
But can't do nothing 'cause that's just how I planned it
Back to the back, can't follow my rap maze
Real hip hop come up out of them wack ways
I see you niggas been brainwashed
I'm cut from the cloth that is shit called hip hop
Don't stop, won't stop, nigga we shell-shocked
Slide in the six, oh that bitch is so hot
Death Row Records, yeah dog, we twist 'em
West Coast baby right back in your system