[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha

[Snoop Dogg]
Me and my partner, in my Impala
Popping our collars, tossing 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 not a, thing on mine, I bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfucking bimbo
So quit knocking 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 getting what you paid for
That's what it made for, ain't that what you stayed for?

[Chorus]
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg)
Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl laying on her back? (Snoop Dogg)
Who's that making that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg)

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 ain't yo' thing, this my song

Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar
Valeted my keys and park my car
No snap shots cause I might get popped
As I slide by security, giving 'em props (what up, what up)
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in
Put my bid in, no bullshitting (no bullshitting)
We be sitting, in the corner
With smoke comin' from up under us like we sitting in the sauna
Burning up the charts (burning up the charts)
Break a bitch heart, lil' mama don't you start

[Chorus]

[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!

[Snoop Dogg]
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me 'cross the face around two o'clock
But the party don't stop till we blow up (ka-boom!)
Now every lil' bitch wanna show up
Manuev'in to this, grooving to this
Dipping to this, flipping to this, tripping to this
Ain't no skipping 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, okay, 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, rolling down the motherfucking backstreets

[Chorus: x2]

Copyright: SUPERMARKET MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CALVIN BROADUS, FRANKLYN LEON SMITH, TIMOTHY MOSLEY, WILLIAM BLOOM