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(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, 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)
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(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)
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