From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace Lyrics

    (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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