| Izzle kizzle, fo’schizzle
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| My nizzle, what you sizzle?
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| Fo’schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala
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| Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars
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| A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow
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| Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
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| Doggy Doggfather
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| I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
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| It’s nada — thang on mine, I bang on mine
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| I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
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| It’s off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
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| So quit knockin at my window, you nympho-maniac
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| 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
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| That’s what it made for, ain’t that what you stayed for?
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| Who’s that dippin’in the Cadillac? |
| (Snoop Dogg)
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| Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg)
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| Who got a girl layin on her back? |
| (Snoop Dogg)
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| Who’s that makin that paper stack? |
| (Snoop Dogg)
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| You play me and I’ll play you
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| You pay me and I’ll pay you
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| Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
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| This ain’t yo’thang, this my song
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| Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar
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| Valeted my keys and park my car
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| No snap shots cause I might get popped
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| As I slide by security, givin 'em props (whattup, whattup)
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| 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
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| Put my bid in, no bullshittin (no bullshittin)
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| We be sittin, in the corner
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| With smoke comin’from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
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| Burnin up the charts (burnin up the charts)
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| Break a bitch heart, lil’mama don’t you start
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| S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
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| Tick tock, the ice on my watch
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| Slap me 'cross the face around two o’clock
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| But the party don’t stop till we blow up (ka-boom!)
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| Now every lil’bitch wanna show up Manuev’in to this, groovin to this
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| Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
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| Ain’t no skippin to this, trust this
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| Bust this, it’s too hot to touch this (ahh!)
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| He say, she say, I say no way
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| Don’t need foreplay, okay, obey
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| everything that I say.
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| And every day’ll be like a holiday
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| I put you in the front seat of my car
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| And roll you 'round town like a superstar
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| Recline your seat and turn up the beat
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| Number one with a bullet, rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
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| — repeat 2X
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| (Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade) |