How else could you capture the If you attack from the back To the march Yo, Donna, what?
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a right If you come back then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a right If you come back right then we can it
Boggy, boggy, boogy, I'm 65, 75, 80 Mashin' down the boulevard downtown movin' crazy In the fastlane, I've shinin' tryna keep the timin' on the track the diamond in the back
Move roof open, scopin', lockin' The bitches relieve, the hoes keep They can get it, fit in, back seat, sit in Four hoes on a black tryna put bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon do the thing Happen, the rest of y'all, eat I'm in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, the deal
wheel-spinnin', number one, I'm winnin' Hoes lookin' inside and just to grinnin' Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all Don't trip I keep my in two
When I up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you come back right we can boog it I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can it
Yeah, this is station 187.4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the o'clok traffic jam We gon be request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin' ya Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly Man I wanna get a piece of Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin' baggin
You see pretty buttons on my stereo? Don't 'em, don't touch 'em hoe You see Snoop on the floor mac ain't, yeah, now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, Boss, my is horse Simple slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big a fo' by fo' my do' and if not it's hoe by go Ain't a hoe after I can slow my
My wheels cause a fortune, I'm scorchin' some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang and my compartment the use it, flashed in my music
Kids in the askin', Doggy how I dooze it? First in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggas watch out and bitches better move it
Yeah baby, you gots ta your groove To prove you supposed to groove in the moon As I recite naughty nothings in yo' If you cruisin' up the boulevard in car Put it in park and let the Dogg spark, baby
When I pull up to the stoplight, I have a paper right If you come right then we can boog it I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you come back then we can boog it
When I up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you back right then we can boog it When I up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you back right then we can boog it
Ooh, no, tot that you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG and I hate Stoplight I always to the next McMany I told you right I wouldn't C-Walk, me out
Half past and I'm still rollin' Real hoein', make a pocket still swollin' Still goin', and white tip-toein' in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don
Sippin' Moet, smokin' wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin' black-red, who let bag to Can't tell the sunset from the of dawn
tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct ass Get hot, turn down the heat, burn the street My love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left so I it Skipped it, it and overdrive Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the 85, 95, 100 and good night and that stoplight