Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D O Double Gizzle
(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?
And I've still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets
It's the S N double O P'n
Biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea'n
And since I got time to drop it for you I guess I must
And give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust
I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust
And 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 and 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 'llacs, makin' them G stacks
And 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-low's bouncin'
Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin' on my couch and
Ooh to the ouch and, Moet fountain
That's how we get down at the Doggy Dogg House'n
This year we ain't fuck it with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg palace
With a car fulla 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 running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Take two and 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 and
Follow Rakim 'cause I ain't no joke and
'Cuz I done seen so much
(Like what?)
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathin', have his soul relievin'
And now you niggaz believe 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 reading on the wall for the new Mack-allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board of famous players everywhere
And 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
With the Snoopy D O Double Gizzle
(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?
And I've still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets
It's the S N double O P'n
Biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea'n
And since I got time to drop it for you I guess I must
And give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust
I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust
And 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 and 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 'llacs, makin' them G stacks
And 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-low's bouncin'
Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin' on my couch and
Ooh to the ouch and, Moet fountain
That's how we get down at the Doggy Dogg House'n
This year we ain't fuck it with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg palace
With a car fulla 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 running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They're riding on the side?)
Yeah, they running on the side!
Take two and 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 and
Follow Rakim 'cause I ain't no joke and
'Cuz I done seen so much
(Like what?)
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathin', have his soul relievin'
And now you niggaz believe 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 reading on the wall for the new Mack-allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board of famous players everywhere
And 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
