Song parody of
Fuck a Bitch
by Snoop Dogg
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West west yall
William Holla with the S yall yall
Know what time it is
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es"
DJ Clue beyotch! Kurupt!
I fall off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for him
(What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken
I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop, regroup
And come through
I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too
I throw strikes like Andy
Pettitte and Roger Clemens
Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings
The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?
You mean the one with the
Pretty bitches sittin in it?
Please believe it, we gon' represent it
And we gon' bend it and dent it
Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it
Buy it, never rent it
Now when you suckin my dick
Baby girl put yo' face in it
Get it get it girl
(get it girl) , make yo' head swirl
Get it get it
(get it girl) , make my toes curl
And get it get it, go on girl
It's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world
And I know that you really can't believe
What ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang of weed
And I know that you probably never thought
That you could see a true G
A nigga like the D-O double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch
And blow a gang of weed
Yeah, yall the type of
Suckers we straight through
When we skate through, with DJ Clue
Hoes gobble on something
Swallow on something
Throwin' hollows like football passes
And football practice off that dodo
Look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo'
I want the ki's, the trees, the ice
And the g's what's yours is mines
But you already know though
I'm young gotti desodo
Let's see how long a body can flow fo'
I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga
You know Dame and Jigga laced
Me and Snoop nigga
Them my motherfuckin' homeboys
See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis
With the full pound tucked in Amil purse
All you bitches hatin' get a deal first
It's hard work
Raise off the homegirl bitches
Chorus yeah, you know how we do
Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti
Rockin these niggas rocafella
What?! Fuckers!
Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes doin it big
Aight aight, I'mma take me a trip to Marcy
Go fuck with my OG's
And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas
We ain't fuckin' with none of
You suckas in 2001
On to the rest, you bitches
West west yall
William Holla with the S yall yall
Know what time it is
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es"
DJ Clue beyotch! Kurupt!
I fall off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for him
(What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken
I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop, regroup
And come through
I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too
I throw strikes like Andy
Pettitte and Roger Clemens
Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings
The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?
You mean the one with the
Pretty bitches sittin in it?
Please believe it, we gon' represent it
And we gon' bend it and dent it
Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it
Buy it, never rent it
Now when you suckin my dick
Baby girl put yo' face in it
Get it get it girl
(get it girl) , make yo' head swirl
Get it get it
(get it girl) , make my toes curl
And get it get it, go on girl
It's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world
And I know that you really can't believe
What ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang of weed
And I know that you probably never thought
That you could see a true G
A nigga like the D-O double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch
And blow a gang of weed
Yeah, yall the type of
Suckers we straight through
When we skate through, with DJ Clue
Hoes gobble on something
Swallow on something
Throwin' hollows like football passes
And football practice off that dodo
Look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo'
I want the ki's, the trees, the ice
And the g's what's yours is mines
But you already know though
I'm young gotti desodo
Let's see how long a body can flow fo'
I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga
You know Dame and Jigga laced
Me and Snoop nigga
Them my motherfuckin' homeboys
See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis
With the full pound tucked in Amil purse
All you bitches hatin' get a deal first
It's hard work
Raise off the homegirl bitches
Chorus yeah, you know how we do
Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti
Rockin these niggas rocafella
What?! Fuckers!
Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes doin it big
Aight aight, I'mma take me a trip to Marcy
Go fuck with my OG's
And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas
We ain't fuckin' with none of
You suckas in 2001
On to the rest, you bitches
