Snoop Dogg Lyrics

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)