Snoop Dogg Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee 

D-O-double-giz-ee 

D-O-double-giz-ee 

(repeat x2) 

(Snoop Dogg) 

Me and my partner, in my impala 

Poppin' on collars, tossin up dollars 

A truck on the side of us but who wanna fuck with us 

Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna smoke with us 

Doggy Doggfather 

I do it to you real hard then it gets hot, it's nada 

Thang on mine, bang on mine 

I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time 

It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo 

So quit knockin at my window, you nympho 

Maniac, 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 

That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for? 

(chorus) 

Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? 

Snoop Dogg 

Smoke till your eyes get cataracts 

Snoop Dogg 

You've got a girl lay her on her back 

Snoop Dogg 

Millionaire, makin that paper stack 

Snoop Dogg 

(Snoop) 

You play me and I'll play you 

You pay me and I'll pay you 

Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong 

This aint your thang, this my song 

Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar 

Valet my keys, and park my car 

No snap shots, 'cause I might get popped 

As I slide by security, givin 'em props 

First thing I do, when I get in 

Let me take you back to when I first slid in 

Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin 

We be sippin, in the corner 

With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna 

Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard 

Little mama don't you start 

(chorus) 

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee 

D-O-double-giz-ee 

D-O-double-giz-ee 

(x2) 

(Snoop) 

Tick tock, the ice on my watch 

Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock 

But the party don't stop till we blow up 

Now every little nigga wanna show up 

Manuev'in to this, groovin to this 

Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this 

Ain't no skippin to this, trust this 

Bust this, it's too hot to touch this 

He say, she say, I say no way 

Don't need foreplay, ok, obey 

Everything that I say 

And every day'll be like a holiday 

I put you in the front seat of my car 

And roll you round town like a superstar 

Recline your seat and turn up the beat 

Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin backstreets 

(chorus x2) 

(Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)