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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Snoop D.O. Double G |
| S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
(repeat x2)
(Snoop Dogg)
Me and my partnerin my impala
Poppin' on collarstossin 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 hotit's nada
Thang on minebang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timboyou motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my windowyou nympho
Maniacbring it backnow shake it up
Put it on the tablenow break it up
Give it to menow 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 forain'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
Millionairemakin that paper stack
Snoop Dogg
(Snoop)
You play me and I'll play you
You pay me and I'll pay you
Hold on booyou got the game all wrong
This aint your thangthis my song
Move onwe in the clubat the Shark Bar
Valet my keysand park my car
No snap shotscuz I might get popped
As I slide by securitygivin 'em props
First thing I dowhen I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gin andget my womanput my bib inno bullshittin
We be sippinin the corner
With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin' up the chartsbreak a bitch off hard
Little mama don't you start
(chorus)
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
(x2)
(Snoop)
Tick tockthe 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 thisgroovin to this
Dippin to thisflippin to thistrippin to this
Ain't no skippin to thistrust this
Bust thisit's too hot to touch this
He sayshe sayI say no way
Don't need foreplayokobey
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 bulletrollin down the mothafuckin backstreets
(chorus x2)
(Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)
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