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| Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg S N double O P D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, S N double O P D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, Me and my partner, in my Impala Poppin' on collars, tossin up dollars, A truck on the side of us but who wanna fuck with us, Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna smoke with us, Doggy Doggfather, I do it to you real hard then it gets hot, 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 nympho, Maniac, 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 for, That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for? (Chorus) Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? Snoop Dogg, Smoke till your eyes get cataracts, Snoop Dogg, You've got a girl lay her on her back, Snoop Dogg, Millionaire, makin that paper stack, Snoop Dogg, 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 aint 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, cuz 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 and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin, We be sippin, in the corner, With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna, Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard, Little mama don't you start, Repeat Chorus S N double O P D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, S N double O P D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, D O double Gizee, Tick tock, the ice on my watch, Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock, But the party don't stop till we blow up, Now every little nigga wanna show up, Manuev'in 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, And 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 mothafuckin backstreets, Repeat Chorus (2x) |
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