How else could you the world? If you attack from the back To the march Yo, Donna, what?
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right If you back right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight, I have a paper right If you come back right we can boog it
Boggy, boggy, boogy, I'm 65, 75, 80 down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, been shinin' tryna keep the timin' on the track With the diamond in the
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 put their bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon do the damn Happen, the rest of y'all, eat I'm in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real One percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinnin', one, I'm winnin' lookin' inside and they just to grinnin' Waitin' to choose, the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I my hoes in two
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right If you back 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
Yeah, is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial In car up inside the four o'clok traffic jam We gon be takin' right now at 87752-Snoop Call namin' ya game Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight Man that baggin church
You see them buttons on my stereo? Don't 'em, don't touch 'em hoe You see Snoop Dogg on the mac Pimpin' ain't, yeah, now sit the back
I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is Simple slim, man I'm large, so big like 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, bitch I'm some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang and my compartment Dipnap the use it, flashed in my
Kids in the streets askin', how I dooze it? First place in the race and wanna lose it better 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 and let the Dogg spark, yeah baby
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right If you come right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right If you back right then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I 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 come back right we can boog it
Ooh, no, tot track you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck and I hate I always make to the next I you right I wouldn't C-Walk, light me out
Half past and I'm still rollin' hoein', make a nigga pocket still swollin' Still goin', black and tip-toein' in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don
Sippin' Moet, Chron' Doggy wanna see dress my locks are on Pimpin' black-red, who let bag to Can't the sunset from the crack of dawn
Half of gas Rollin' down the window, out to extinct that ass Get hot, down the heat, burn down the street My love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left so I it Skipped it, it and overdrive Straight five, pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and night and fuck that stoplight