Lyrics Staxxx In My Jeans - Snoop Dogg

Staxxx In My Jeans

Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage
Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg
It’s the same story, a nig*a rich,
I’m on some nig*a sh*t, and you’re ni*ga b*tch!
You better check 'em, tell 'em I’m off the chain
I buck and bang, homie that’s only game
Oh I ain’t got a problem, you see me get the staxxx
You see I bought the Phantom, 24's don’t come with that
I’ve been around the world, check gripping every state
You b*tch don’t like me, she fake, so people might call it hate
But I don’t give a damn, a boss’s life is how I make that bread
Toss the mic and I’ll still be richer than rich and have you b*tch make my bed
My pockets fat as shit, you niggas mad as sh*t
F*ck neither Warner bro’s, I’m on some Gladys sh*t
Many have tried and failed, shit I’m out on bail
I make more cheese than your old man and he went to Yale
Sh*t I went to jail, you can go to hell
You got some shit to tell, I got some shit to sell
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg
Candy paint dripping, look at all them bags
I had to show and brag, 'cause being broke’s a drag
I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat!
We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars, cease
Been out for balling, shot calling and I make that change
And I don’t want the Range, chop that spray on things
That’s how gangsters do it, we get our green and bricks
We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks
I’m on some player sh*t, dynasty straight Lakers sh*t
Cook it up on some baker sh*t, and chop it up on some paper b*tch!
I got my mind right, and my money right
If you ain’t in the game for the money, you the funny type
And I’m laughing my ass off, Phantom with the mask off
Legal, so they hating when I gas off
You know how Snoopy does it, Phantom, don’t b*tch touch it
One hundred thousand a show, I’m getting dough like f*ck!
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg
Look how that flag hanging, gangbanging I ain’t no punk,
Maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (A)K go pop pop pop!
I’m about my bidness boy, making money never been so smooth
You b*tch you’re about to lose, 'cause she’s about to choose!
And that’s the way it goes, S N double O,
You want that quiet type, I want that trouble ho!
Now go get paper girl, yeah, I meant for real
One time I told a b*tch not to come back till
She got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills!
(Wow!)
That’s cold game, a ho thing
I’m high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thing
You know how daddy do it, I’m true to it
I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it!
That’s some gangster sh*t, these hoes love this gangster d*ck
Khaki’s and some gangster kicks, yeah, b*tch, that’s my gangster fit
I’m balling boy, and you ain’t got to ask
She all about this pimping, I’m all about this cash
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg