Intro:
S-N-double-O-P-D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
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Verse 1:
Me an' my partner, in my Impala
Poppin' on collars, tossin 'up dollars
A truck on the side of us with hoes that wanna follow us
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
It's nada thang on mine, bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nymphomaniac
Bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me
Now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent on it
As long as you're gettin' what you paid fo'
That's what it's made fo'
Is that what you stayed fo'?
Chorus
Who that dippin' in the Cadillac?
Snoop Dogg
Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts
Snoop Dogg
Who got a girl layin' on her back
Snoop Dogg
Who dat makin' dat paper stack
Snoop Dogg
Verse 2:
You play me and I'll play you
You pay me and I'll pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This ain't your thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots 'cause I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin 'em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gin an' get my ?, put my bid in, no bullshittin'
We'll be sittin' in the corner
Wit smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin' in the sauna
Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch hard
Li'l mama don't you start
Chorus
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D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
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Verse 3:
Tick tock
The ice on my watch slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock
But the party don't stop 'til we blow up
Now every li'l bitch wanna show up
Manueverin' to this, groovin' to this
Dippin' to this, flippin' to this, trippin' to this
Ain't no skippin' to this, trust this
Bust this, it's too hot to touch this
He say, she say, I say, "No way"
Don't need foreplay, ok
Obey everything that I say
An' every day'll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you 'round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet
Rollin' down the muthafuckin' backstreet
Chorus