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Snoop Dogg Miscellaneous From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace (feat. The Neptunes) Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle with the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle! ...(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 1] Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz? Guess I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks And I still got my khakis creased Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea, and and since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must and give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust And cant none of yall, fuck wit us But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely these pullas 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 [Chorus] Whos the man with that dance? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Get the dro' low anything will stand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 2] I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher But I'm still ridin in macks, makin 'em G stacks and got them corn rows to the back I aint really tryin to be picky but if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky Doin by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin Ninety doin fakin with kissin on the couchin Boo to the ouchin, more a fountain But thats how we get anotha doggy dogg housin This year we aint fuck wih thousands We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches fuckin grits like Alice [Chorus] [Verse 3] Three 14 inch rims is runnin on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin 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 cut in his coupe Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop) Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin wit my folk and Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke" Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta' Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data Nigga fuckin stop breathin That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin' What I say cuz what I say is so real Homie you don' wanna see da, steel You dont wanna catch a body, You cant hear the party! Now thats what you should do, now wheres my baby-boo? [Chorus] [fade out] |
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