From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace Lyrics - The Neptunes

Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big neptizzle 

With the Snoopy DO double jizzle 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

C-walk to this 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

He, he, yeah, C-walk to this 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Ah, ah, C-walk to this 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Bam, boom, watchoo gone do 'cuz? 

Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks 

And I still got my khakis creased 

I'm still rockin' on these beats 

And got a bad rep on the streets 

It's the SN, double OP and biggest Dogg of 'em all 

And you'se a flea 

And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must 

And give it to you mother fuckas like Bust-a-Bust 

I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust 

And can't none of yall, fuck wit us 

But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely 

These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley 

(What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home) 

Snoop to the DO, double G 

Get in where you fit in, follow me 

Who's the man with that dance? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Who kick the khakis from his pants? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Get the dro' low, anything will stand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

I do it for the G's, and I do it for the Hustlaz 

Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas 

Fuck the police 'cuz all they wanna do is cuff us 

The one nigga is chilly as if his name was Usher 

But I'm still ridin' in Macks, makin' 'em G stacks 

And got them Corn Rows to the back 

I ain't really tryin' to be picky 

But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky 

Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's bouncin' 

Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin' 

Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain' 

But that's how we get anotha Doggy Dogg housin' 

This year we ain't fuck wit thousands 

We clean with millions and we fly as a Falcon 

Pull up to the Doggy Dogg pound, with a car fulla bitches 

Fuckin' grits like Alice 

Who's the man with that dance? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Who kick the khakis from his pants? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Get the dro' low, anything will stand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side 

(They riding on the side?) 

Yeah, they runnin' on the side 

Three 14 inch rims is running on the side 

(They riding on the side?) 

Yeah, they runnin' on the side 

Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side 

(They riding on the side?) 

Yeah, they runnin' on the side 

Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side 

(They riding on the side?) 

Yeah, they runnin' on the side 

Take two and pass it, it will not burn you 

From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal 

They all know the G with the cut in his coupe 

Ask Bill Gates 

(Yeah, I know the homie Snoop) 

Yeah, I'm still loaded, hangin' wit my folk and 

Follow Rakim 'cuz I ain't no jokin' 

'Cuz I done seen so much 

Enuff to have your felons touched 

When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta' 

Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data 

Nigga fuckin stop breathin' 

That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin' 

What I say 'cuz what I say is so real 

Homie you don' wanna see da, steel 

You don't wanna catch a body, you can't hear the party 

Now that's what you should do, now where's my Baby-Boo? 

Who's the man with that dance? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Who kick the khakis from his pants? 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Get the dro' low, anything will stand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand 

(Snoop Dogg!) 

Yeah, no introduction, is needed 

But for those who still, refuse to accept 

the reading on the wall, for the new Mack-allenium 

This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan 

Chairman of the Board, of famous players everywhere 

And Im puttin' it down with Big Snoop Dogg, the legend 

The King Player, my friend, yo friend 

The L.B.C. Savior 

Also known, in this new Mack-allenium, as Da Boss