Video Pressure Feat Dr Dre Y Kaan de Snoop Dogg 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Snoop Dogg - Pressure Feat Dr Dre Y Kaan Lyrics

Snoop, Snoop, Snoop
Ah, ah

Got this city on my back, nigga, Eastside savages
Pistol grip pump on my lap automatic, shit
Indo smoke, fuckin' with a nigga cataracts
Roll down the windows, sound of the battle axe
Popo outside lookin' for the shooter
Hoes sat with me, we don't need no approval
Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler
Finger on the trigger, watchin' these niggas
Swingin' down on my chariot dodgin' the law
Lookin' in my rearview, nigga, guess who I saw (Who?)
Dre the dopeman cookin' that dope
He was servin' that day, I was sellin' that coke
Doin' 'bout a hundred on these century spokes
With a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope
Precious diamonds on my finger like the Lord of the Rings
Liftin' up my left leg just to piss on your dreams

Now when they let the dog out
These pussy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My nigga, that shit risky
Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Pressure)
The woman wan' fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure)
A nigga hurtin' them heels
Would do anything for them dollar bills
Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my God)
Pressure

Been a long time comin', now we back on the move
Nothin' to prove, it's just another rendezvous
Speakin' of which, I'm lookin' for a bitch to please
Which of these in need of a different breed? (Yeah)
Yard dog in the yacht, hood, no addy
She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I'ma relish it
You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?
This ain't for the delicate, all my shit is effortless (Dead)
That's how I like my fuckin' presidents
Thirty years later and your nigga still relevant
Top of the world, yeah, nigga, that's my residence
Eastside Crip shit, bang bang etiquette

Now when they let the dog out
These pussy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My nigga, that shit risky
Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro

Motherfucker, be real (Pressure)
The woman wan' fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure)
A nigga hurtin' them heels
Would do anything for them dollar bills
Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my God)
Pressure