Snoop Dogg, C-walk to this
Snoop Dogg, yeah, C-walk to this
Snoop Dogg, C-walk to this
Snoop Dogg
Bam, boom, whatchu gon' do, 'cuz?
Guess who rollin' in with them baby blue Chucks?
An' I've still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats an' keep a bad bitch on the streets
It's the S N double O P'n
Biggest dog of 'em all an' you'se a flea'n
An' since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
An' give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust
I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust
An' can't none of y'all fuck with us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These thrillers are 'Contagious', just like Ron Isley
What the hell is goin' on?
Someone's sleepin' in my home
Snoop to the D O double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
I do it for the G's an' I do it for the hustlers
Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters
Eff the police 'cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The world is fuckin' Chilly as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' them 'Lacs, makin' them G stacks
An' got them cornrows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, low-lows bouncin'
Sandy Fay an' Annie Mae kissin' on my couch
An' ooh to the ouch an' Moet fountain
That's how we get down at the Doggy Dogg House'n
This year we ain't fuckin' with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Palace
With a car full of bitches cookin' grits like Alice
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Take two an' pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe
Ask Bill Gates, "Yeah, I know the homie, Snoop"
Yeah, I'm straight loc'n, hangin' wit my folk
An' follow Rakim 'cause 'I Ain't No Jokin''
An' cuz, I done seen so much, like what?
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots rattle, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathin', have his soul relievin'
An' now you niggaz believin'
In what I say 'cause what I say is so real
Homie, you don't wanna see the steel
You don't wanna catch a body, you came here to party
Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby boo?
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
Yeah, no introduction is needed
But for those who still refuse to accept
The readin' on the wall for the new Mack-Allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board of famous players everywhere
An' I'm puttin' it down with Big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The king player, my friend, yo' friend, the L.B.C. savior
Also known in this new Mack-allenium as 'Da Boss'
Snoop Dogg, yeah, C-walk to this
Snoop Dogg, C-walk to this
Snoop Dogg
Bam, boom, whatchu gon' do, 'cuz?
Guess who rollin' in with them baby blue Chucks?
An' I've still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats an' keep a bad bitch on the streets
It's the S N double O P'n
Biggest dog of 'em all an' you'se a flea'n
An' since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
An' give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust
I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust
An' can't none of y'all fuck with us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These thrillers are 'Contagious', just like Ron Isley
What the hell is goin' on?
Someone's sleepin' in my home
Snoop to the D O double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
I do it for the G's an' I do it for the hustlers
Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters
Eff the police 'cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The world is fuckin' Chilly as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' them 'Lacs, makin' them G stacks
An' got them cornrows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, low-lows bouncin'
Sandy Fay an' Annie Mae kissin' on my couch
An' ooh to the ouch an' Moet fountain
That's how we get down at the Doggy Dogg House'n
This year we ain't fuckin' with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Palace
With a car full of bitches cookin' grits like Alice
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
They're ridin' on the side? Yeah, they runnin' on the side
Take two an' pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe
Ask Bill Gates, "Yeah, I know the homie, Snoop"
Yeah, I'm straight loc'n, hangin' wit my folk
An' follow Rakim 'cause 'I Ain't No Jokin''
An' cuz, I done seen so much, like what?
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots rattle, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathin', have his soul relievin'
An' now you niggaz believin'
In what I say 'cause what I say is so real
Homie, you don't wanna see the steel
You don't wanna catch a body, you came here to party
Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby boo?
Who's the man with that dance? Snoop Dogg
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? Snoop Dogg
Keep the low-low in a three wheel stance, Snoop Dogg
Still got the 'Gin and Juice' in hand, Snoop Dogg
Yeah, no introduction is needed
But for those who still refuse to accept
The readin' on the wall for the new Mack-Allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board of famous players everywhere
An' I'm puttin' it down with Big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The king player, my friend, yo' friend, the L.B.C. savior
Also known in this new Mack-allenium as 'Da Boss'
