May I - Lil Malik Lyrics - Dead Man Walkin' - Snoop Dogg

Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? 

And who got the bump that ya thump? 

Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump 

So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up 

Well here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in 

So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in 

I got the motion, the potion 

and once? hit the groove everything is in motion 

We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around 

And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground 

Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound 

Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga feelin? 

Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions 

Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso 

Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo 

I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code 

Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know 

Who started with me, who departed with me 

Through thick and thin we heartless-ass G's 

Regardless, let's see with biphocles, let's try the locals 

And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals 

I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do 

When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool 

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Chorus: 

May I (may... I), may I funk with you? 

(repeat x4) 

To be a high rolla, you need a pistola 

And about a half a key of some Coca Cola 

Now that I got older, I got a little colder 

And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder 

Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney 

A bowlie for Snoop Doggy 

Ain't no follow-up, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal 

I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger 

But that's the little homie, I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone 

Spit three words up in lightning 

As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you like it 

Fo' sho tho, you can't take my fo-do' 

I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey photo 

Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car 

The Double R from the Durwood store 

Photos 

Chorus 

Well in verse three, the worst see? 

After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too 

And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do, 

I thought you knew we bust 

I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust 

No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like Luthor 

Cause ya see ain't no loser 

that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop 

I refuse the tactics, you ain't used to drastics 

I choose to mash like Land Cruisers 

You know I isn't the bomb digga-dee, bomb-beeze 

They can't get with the D-O double G 

You no MC slash master of ceramonies 

Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky 

Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me 

Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see? 

Chorus x3 

May I?