How else could you capture the If you attack from the back To the march Yo, Snoopa Donna,
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 have a right If you come back right then we can it
Boggy, boggy, boogy, I'm 65, 75, 80 Mashin' the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, I've been shinin' tryna keep the on the track With the in the back
Move roof wide open, scopin', The bitches relieve, the hoes hopin' can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in Four hoes on a black tryna put bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon do the damn Happen, the rest of y'all, eat I'm rollin' in the 'Mackmobile', I'm for real One percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinnin', number one, I'm Hoes lookin' inside and they just to Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all Don't trip I my hoes in two
When I up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can it I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right If you come back right we can boog it
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on 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 here Man I wanna get a piece of Stoplight shit Man that baggin church
You see them buttons on my stereo? touch '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 is horse Simple slim, man I'm large, so big like a fo' by fo' Show my do' and if not hoe by go Ain't a hoe I can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm Seen some who love to talk shit Reach for my and my tough compartment the use it, flashed in my music
Kids in the askin', Doggy how I dooze it? First place in the race and don't wanna it better watch out and bitches better move it
Yeah baby, you gots ta your groove To that 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 gotta a paper right If you back right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper 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 then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right If you come back then we can boog it
Ooh, no, tot that you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG and I hate Stoplight I always make to the McMany I you right I wouldn't C-Walk, light me out
past late and I'm still rollin' Real hoein', a nigga pocket still swollin' goin', black and white tip-toein' Flash in my playa's car, why you so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don
Moet, smokin' Chron' Doggy wanna see 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 that ass Get hot, turn down the heat, down the street My hoes to earn my keep
It's five miles left so I whipped it Skipped it, it and overdrive Straight onto five, nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that