Lyrics Stoplight - Snoop Dogg

Stoplight

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 going 65, 75, 80
Mashing down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, high-beams shining
Tryna keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping, locking
The b*tches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
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 gonna 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-spinning, number one, I’m winning
Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinning
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y’all dues
Don’t trip I keep my hoes in two
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
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the four o’clok traffic jam
We gonna be taking request right now at 87 752-Snoop
Call station naming ya game
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfucking 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
Pimping ain’t (yeah) now sit the f*ck back
I’m the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I’m large
Mashing 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, b*tch I’m scorching
Seen some ni*gas who love to talk sh*t
Reach for my thang and my glove 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
Nig*as better watch out and b*tches better move it
Yeah baby, you got 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
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
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
Oh, no
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 hoeing, make a ni*ga pocket still swollin
Still going, black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my player’s car (why you play so hard?) cause I’m a Don
Sippin Moet, smoking Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimping 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 a*s
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 overdrive
Straight onto five, pimp nig*a on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and f*ck that stoplight