Countdown (feat. Swizz Beatz)

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
 Snoop Dogg
 Here we go
 Nigga, understand, West Coast son of Sam
 Drumming wit' a hunnid bands
 Cause that ain't shit to a real crip, cuz
 You'll swallow every clip before a nigga slip, cuz
 LBC, yeah, we gets love
 213, rest in peace Nate
 It's real in the field, keep your cleats laced
 Crack a bitch, hit the switch and make the back scrape down
 Smoke a pound when I move around, yeah
 The world is my lounge chair
 Real sharks turn guppies, y'all drowned here
 When everyday to me is New Year's Eve, Swizzy the countdown (Snoop)
 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
 Snoop Dogg
 Now I'm back getting another bag
 Clocking the grip, never gon' slip, I put the "R" in crip
 C's up, G's up, B's up, augh
 He's up, we's up, Easter
 Get a real woman, don't trust these slu-
 And when you're around the cops don't say three much
 It gets cold for a winner in the winter
 For a rich crip shit can get, Bigg Dogg, pick of the litter
 Stopped drinking cause my liver act up
 But now I bring back the savage like I'm a rental
 Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle
 Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like
 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 (Countdown)
 Snoop Dogg
 Go crazy in this motherfucker right now (Here we go)
 Go crazy in this bitch, motherfuckin' now
 Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now (West Coast)
 Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now (Snoop Dogg)
 C.r.i.p, y'all ain't gon' never see a G like me, again
 So get a glimpse of a winner
 A rich crippy and go-getter, Swizzy the countdown
 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 (Countdown)
 Snoop Dogg