Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Snoop Dogg , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album Snoop Dogg/Back Up Ho, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1999
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Snoop Dogg |
| Izzle kizzle, fo’schizzle |
| My nizzle, what you sizzle? |
| Fo’schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala |
| Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars |
| A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow |
| Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow |
| Doggy Doggfather |
| I do it to you real hard then it gets harder |
| It’s nada — thang on mine, I 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 made for, ain’t that what you stayed for? |
| Who’s that dippin’in the Cadillac? |
| (Snoop Dogg) |
| Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) |
| Who got a girl layin on her back? |
| (Snoop Dogg) |
| Who’s that makin that paper stack? |
| (Snoop Dogg) |
| 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 ain’t yo’thang, this my song |
| Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar |
| Valeted my keys and park my car |
| No snap shots cause I might get popped |
| As I slide by security, givin 'em props (whattup, whattup) |
| First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in |
| Put my bid in, no bullshittin (no bullshittin) |
| We be sittin, in the corner |
| With smoke comin’from up under us like we sittin in the sauna |
| Burnin up the charts (burnin up the charts) |
| Break a bitch heart, lil’mama don’t you start |
| S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee |
| Tick tock, the ice on my watch |
| Slap me 'cross the face around two o’clock |
| But the party don’t stop till we blow up (ka-boom!) |
| Now every lil’bitch 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 (ahh!) |
| He say, she say, I say no way |
| Don’t need foreplay, okay, 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 motherfuckin backstreets |
| — repeat 2X |
| (Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade) |