Artist: Snoop Dogg

Album: The Last Meal

Song: Snoop Dogg

[Intro]

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee (repeat x2)

[Snoop talks over Intro]

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle

My nizzle, what you sizzle?

Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha

(Snoop Dogg)

Me and my partner, in my Impala

Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars

A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow

Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow Doggy Doggfather I do it to you real hard then it gets harder 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, cuz 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)