How else could you capture the world if you don't attack from the back To the million march... hehehehe (Yo, Snoopa Donna, what??) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy, boggy, boogy... I'm goin 65, 75, 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, I've been shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track With the diamond in the back Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in Four hoes on a black tryna put their bid in Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the four o'clok traffic jam We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin ya game... Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin baggin church You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em) Don't touch 'em hoe! You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the fuck back I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse Simple slim, man I'm large Mashin so big like a fo' by fo' Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang and my tough compartment Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it First place in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo Tot that track you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck And I hate Stoplight I always make to the next ?McMany? I told you right I wouldn't C-Walk Light me out, hahahaha! Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoein, make a nigga pocket still swollin Still goin, black and white tip-toein' Flash in my playa's car (why you play so hard?) cuz I'ma Don Sippin Moet, smokin Chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin black-red, who let bag to blunt Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn Half tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left, so I whipped it Skipped it, lifted it and ovedrive Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight
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