Snoop Dogg lyrics

Artist  : Snoop Dogg 
Song : Snoop Dogg



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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 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

(Snoop)
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

(chorus)

S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
(x2)

(Snoop)
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

(chorus x2)

(Timbaland
making vocal scratches to fade)