What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, Matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at 'em nephew. Ya digg [Chorus] Pronto, pronto you know it how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-all ciz-all I'm callin' up my boys, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the game right til my feet get sizz-ore Sizz-ore Step on the scene, make the haters say dammit. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hottest rapper on the planet. Ya' girl love me and I know you can't stand it. Got 'em city doors got ya boy Batmanin'. Ya' girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo. Soulja number one but I ain't talkin' bout the combo. S.O.D. boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth, Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out, Nigga what you talking about, Snoop Dogg walk it out, Go to work, do the jerk, do it till your head hurt We the west, just the turf, known throughout the universe Superman and Kyptonite all on the same mike Send us some bad bitches like [Chorus] Mic check 0 1 2 3 (3), I don't freestyle cause my style ain't free! Lyrical criminal most have battled for national, Soulja no limit But I'm not talking bout Master P I'm in my tour bus a lot and groupies in back of me Every photo shoot interview, video, shoot a magazine My flow is so sick, the number one off on iTunes My flow, quick, can lay you quicker than the fuckin' swine flu [Chorus] All black hooded up, nigga we can get it up Ya, you can set it up cause we will never let it up And I'll do it till you get enough, and I beat you dead and red and stuff What it do, what it is, I see you haven't read enough This is the life I chose for me and this is the way I chose to be A lot of fools is holding me but that's just the way it's supposed to be Never win, against the grain, always bang 20 gangs Stand for something dog or you gonna fall for anything but later for that Yeah, I got my swag back, I'm with the Soulja Boy, that nigga bad, back But them G-C's and T-C's begin the V-I-P, blowin' on some liquor, purple trees Jerkin knees, workin' these cute bad bitches I think they bent their knees, we gonna get them for their cheese Break it down, spread it round, five pound Put it in the air, right now like pronto [Chorus] "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching 35,000 feet Hope you're enjoying your ride through Wonderland I am your flight attendant Boss Lady Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright position And please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop Thanks for flying the friendly skies With your friendly captain Snoop D-O-double-G A-K-A The Homie"
Written by: BRANDON MATTHEWS, CALVIN BROADUS, DEANDRE WAY
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