Snoop Dogg Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg Lyrics

    S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
    D-O-double-giz-ee
    D-O-double-giz-ee
    [repeat x2]

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Me and my partner, in my impala
    Poppin' on collars, tossin up dollars
    A truck on the side of us but who wanna fuck with us
    Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna smoke with us
    Doggy Doggfather
    I do it to you real hard then it gets hot, it's nada
    Thang on mine, bang on mine
    I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
    It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
    So quit knockin at my window, you nympho
    Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
    Put it on the table, now break it up
    Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
    It really don't matter what you spent on it
    As long as you're gettin what you paid for
    That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for?

    [chorus]
    Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?
    Snoop Dogg
    Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
    Snoop Dogg
    You've got a girl lay her on her back
    Snoop Dogg
    Millionaire, makin that paper stack
    Snoop Dogg

    [Snoop]
    You play me and I'll play you
    You pay me and I'll pay you
    Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
    This aint your thang, this my song
    Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar
    Valet my keys, and park my car
    No snap shots, cuz I might get popped
    As I slide by security, givin 'em props
    First thing I do, when I get in
    Let me take you back to when I first slid in
    Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin
    We be sippin, in the corner
    With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
    Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard
    Little mama don't you start

    [chorus]

    S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
    D-O-double-giz-ee
    D-O-double-giz-ee
    [x2]

    [Snoop]
    Tick tock, the ice on my watch
    Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock
    But the party don't stop till we blow up
    Now every little nigga wanna show up
    Manuev'in to this, groovin to this
    Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
    Ain't no skippin to this, trust this
    Bust this, it's too hot to touch this
    He say, she say, I say no way
    Don't need foreplay, ok, obey
    Everything that I say
    And every day'll be like a holiday
    I put you in the front seat of my car
    And roll you round town like a superstar
    Recline your seat and turn up the beat
    Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin backstreets

    [chorus x2]

    [Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade]

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