If you come back right then we can boog it
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
I'm the man in charge, boss, my backhand is horse
Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
If you come back right then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music
To the million march
Four hoes on a black tryna put their bid in
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
You see snoop dogg on the floor mac
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
Flash in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don
In your car up inside the four O'clok traffic jam
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
Tryna keep the timin' on the track with the diamond in the back
Half past late and I'm still rollin'
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
Simple slim, man I'm large
I always make to the next Mcmany
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
If you come back right then we can boog it
Man, that motherfuckin' baggin' church
I told you right I wouldn't C-walk, light me out
If you come back right then we can boog it
If you come back right then we can boog it
Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?
Sippin moet, smokin chron'
My hoes love to earn my keep
In the fastlane, I've been shinin'
Pimpin' black-red, who let bag to blunt
Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass
Oh, no, tot that track you phone
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
Still goin', black and white tip-toein'
Back wheel-spinnin', number one, I'm winnin'
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
Pimpin' ain't, now sit the fuck back
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
We gon' be takin' request right now at 87752-Snoop
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this soopafly here
Real hoein', make a nigga pocket still swollin'
Don't touch 'em hoe
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
Half tank of gas
Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
Mashin' down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
I am Sam Dussel, DPG buck and I hate stoplight
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
Call station namin' ya game
Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Man, I wanna get a piece of that stoplight shit
If you come back right then we can boog it
I'm goin 65, 75, 80
Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby
If you come back right then we can boog it
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo?
Move roof wide open, scopin', lockin'
Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin'
My wheels 'cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin'
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin'
Kids in the streets askin' doggy how I dooze it
Reach for my thang and my tough compartment
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit
Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Mashin' so big like a fo' by fo'
