Just Blaze! [Snoop] oh really? You know what? You talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck Cause on the real a nigga kinda drunk And right now the way you looking bitch you fly as fuck I don't even know if I done had too much You play too much, I had to fuck Cuddled you up and put my hands on your butt Rubbing your stuff and now your pants full of nut You can't tell me nothing Let me shoot my thing on your bellybutton I got to, keep it gangsta Your home girl want some, I just might bank her Shank her, bank her, and take her bankroll Big Snoop Dogg and my game is way cold Never, ever, overexpose I usually got a car with a room full of hizzoes [Chorus] Snoopy, ooh-wee, you so fly Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Soopa-Duper, you so fly Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously [Soopafly] Now bitch, check it out, where my money, see'mon break it out Just saying hoe, I ain't playing see'mon, take it out Dick down the track, see'mon, we gon' work it out Straight pimp shit we on, we gon' church it out (If you don't know) I'm quick to change up stick My dick in yo' mouth and aim up Open up your eyes you'll see my navel Flip down my drawers, you'll see that label Sniffed so much 'caine, the bitch got able Put the switch on, directed my cable Splash! What head work and what ass Bitch stop my dick hurting, now fuck Daz Run fast if I tell ya bitch walk Get caught, I'm taking all that bitch got I don't need no relationship All I really had in mind was my dick, yo' face and lips, see'mon [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Young! Woo! Hov'! Yes She want to meet the only king on the East coast Hook me up with ya boy Snoop she said he so low I never get the chance to get at him Only on the TV when I blow kisses at him, muah Listen here madam, you can throw the pussy at him If it ain't about snatch, well it just won't happen! Hov ain't into backwards macking How backwards that is I don't love 'em though 'Less making a little paper then I love 'em the most If she's, sneaking in the club with the toast I'm flying the friendly skies with 36 hoes Shit, I can get a chef to cook for me Talk about some paper if you tryin to book me Ma, you can keep your head I got, expensive habits that need the bread [Chorus] "Let's go do the bump, give me that funky stuff" [Repeat: x 4]] [Nate Dogg] I like the way you shaking that ass, so don't stop Slang that ass like I used to slang rocks Bend over trick let me get to that spot Later on you can lick on my lollipop I like the way you shaking that ass, so don't quit You know you get a hella response from my dick Don't put your fucking clothes back on 'til you rich The type of woman I want tonight, a straight bitch!
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, PRIEST BROOKS, SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, NATHANIEL D HALE, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH
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