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SNOOP DOGG lyrics : "why did you leave me"

(verse 1- snoop)
ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom
what a dog gotta do?

let me holla at ya boo
damn i miss you
i just wanna kiss you

and all that good stuff
was i really all that bad?
or was i good enough?

i'm under pressure
i cant run plays like this
my momma always said

that there'd be days liike this
i'm all alone
by the phone

in the zone
face the storm
wonderin, if you ever comin home

i try to run the streets and play
but that feelin just wont go away
my whole life i'll throw away

to get you back on my team
damn, why'd you have to go away?


(chorus)
i miss ya breakfast in the morning
miss ya in the evening

tell me why ya leave me
please give me a reason
nothin could ever change me

i'm missin my baby
please, i'm going crazy
(why did you leave me?)

you cant leave me by myself like this (oh, oh))
you cant leave me by myself like this
(why did you leave me?)

you cant leave me by myself like this (oh, oh)
mama told me there'd be days like this


(verse 2- snoop)



i get up early in the mornin
miss ya rudeness and kissin
i also miss that smell of that good breakfast

in the kitchen
listen, i'm a star but i'm wishin
to follow u wherever u are

you the wheels to my car
and i cant roll without you
my heart is a icebox

its cold without you
why'd you have to leave me this way?
i'm doing bad.

you dont wanna see me this way
i'm at the pad
tryin to do my best

i'm so stressed
and yes, i'm still the king of the west
tryin to manage, and imma handle it

i need you back in my life
cuz i'm tired of livin scandalously


(chorus)

(verse 3- snoop)

hold my lord (?????)
im sittin at the board with my head down
i cant write my next line i need to lay it down (hmm)

i'm stuck like a dumptruck
lookin stupid, cupid, down on my luck
i touch, a four leaf clover

hopin for somethin good, like i should
if not, i guess its over
baby be real with it

do you love me?
do you miss me?
%#@! i cant deal with it

(chorus)


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