| Lyrics: | Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I
lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I
makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his
grip
as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
mission, wishin, upon a star
Snoop
Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz
down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love
hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot
hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay
back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Verse
Two:
Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as
Biz
Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta
shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I
got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's
Luke
You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
You can't
see my homey Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
Gotta take a trip to the
MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be
me
i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to
Texas
Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit,
beeeitch!
Verse Three:
Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain |
