Karaoké Murder Was the Case (1993 version) Snoop Dogg

As I look up at the sky my mind starts tripping a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shaking and they breaking tryna save the Dogg

Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming

I stop breathing

Damn, I see demons

Dear God, I wonder can you save me

I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby

I think it's too late for praying, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying

Bring your lifestyle to me

I'll make it better

How long will I live

Eternal life and forever

Oh, will I be the G that I was

I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul let me take control

Close your eyes my son

My eyes are closed

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder was the case that they gave me

I'm fresh up out my coma

I got my mama and my daddy and my homies in my corner

It's gonna take a miracle they say for me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get fronted some P's to get back on my feet

And everything that nigga said came to reality

Living like a baller loc

Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke

I bought my mama a Benz and bought my boo boo a Jag'

And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

Just remember who changed your mind 'cos when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want never have a need

They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' 'cos my eyes wanna journey some more

Really doe, check it out

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino rolling on the Grey Goose

Shackled from head to toe

Twenty-five with a izz-el with nowhere to gizzo, I know

Them niggas from the other side recognize my face 'cos it's the O.G.

D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad dogging niggas 'cos I don't care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggas stare as I enter the center

They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor

Niggas getting they shanks just in case the war, pops off

'Cos you can't tell what's next

My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two

I'll put that on my mama

I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder was the case that they gave me