You don't wanna catch a body, you can't hear the party
'Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
And got them corn rows to the back
(Snoop Dogg)
Nigga fuckin' stop breathin'
Still rock the gin n' juice in hand
Get the Dro' low anything will stand
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(They riding on the side?)
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
Ask Bill Gates
I keep the heat on deck but in God we trust
And you'se a flea and
Snoop to the D O double G
(Snoop Dogg)
These pullas are contagious just like Ron Isley
Yeah they runnin' on the side
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
(Snoop Dogg)
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
Who kick the khakis from his pants?
Songwriters: Calvin Broadus, Chad Hugo, Robert Kelly, Pharrell Williams
Homie you don' wanna see da, steel
Get the Dro' low anything will stand
Publishers: CHASE CHAD MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., MY OWN CHIT MUSIC, R KELLY PUBLISHING INC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS, WATERS OF NAZARETH
This year we ain't fuck wit thousands
And I still got my khakis creased
C walk to this
And got a bad rep on the streets
Who kick the khakis from his pants?
I'm still rockin' on these beats
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
Yeah, they running on the side
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
Fuckin' grits like Alice
(Snoop Dogg)
And can't none of ya'll, fuck wit us
That is so relievin' and now ya niggas are leavin'
(Snoop Dogg)
(Snoop Dogg)
But that's how we get anotha doggy dogg housin'
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G Stacks
(What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
(They riding on the side?)
Bam, boom, watchoo gone do 'cuz?
It's the S N double O P and biggest dogg of 'em all
Who's the man with that dance?
Yeah they running on the side
We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon
Who kick the khakis from his pants?
(Snoop Dogg)
(Snoop Dogg)
Still rock the gin n' juice in hand
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
(Snoop Dogg)
(Snoop Dogg)
(They riding on the side?)
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
(Snoop Dogg)
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
Pull up to the doggy dogg pound, with a car fulla bitches
They all know the G with the cut in his coupe
Yeah, C walk to this
(They riding on the side?)
Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin' wit my folk and
And give it to you motherfuckas like bust-a-bust
Fuck the police 'cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Get in where you fit in, follow me
(Yeah, I know the homie snoop)
(Snoop Dogg)
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby-boo?
C walk to this
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(Snoop Dogg)
I do it for the G's and I do it for the hustlaz
Yeah, they running on the side
Follow Rakim 'cause, I ain't no jokin'
Who's the man with that dance?
What I say 'cuz what I say is so real
(Snoop Dogg)
(Snoop Dogg)
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Still rock the gin n' juice in hand
When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's bouncin'
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
(Snoop Dogg)
Get the Dro' low anything will stand
Who's the man with that dance?