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From the Chuuuch to da Palace
by Snoop Dogg
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Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
(Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And youse a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you fit in, follow me
[Chorus]
Who's the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Keep the lo-lo in the three wheel stance (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain
But that's how we get anotha doggy dogg housin'
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches
Fuckin' grits like Alice
[Chorus]
Three fourteen inch rims is runnin' on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the cut in his coupe
Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop)
Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin' wit my folk and
Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke"
Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched
When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Nigga fuckin' stop breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
What I say cuz what I say is so real
Homie you don' wanna see da, steel
You don't wanna catch a body, You can't hear the party!
Now that's what you should do, now wheres my baby-boo?
[Chorus]
Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
(Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz?
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And youse a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you fit in, follow me
[Chorus]
Who's the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Keep the lo-lo in the three wheel stance (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain
But that's how we get anotha doggy dogg housin'
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches
Fuckin' grits like Alice
[Chorus]
Three fourteen inch rims is runnin' on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the cut in his coupe
Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop)
Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin' wit my folk and
Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke"
Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched
When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Nigga fuckin' stop breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
What I say cuz what I say is so real
Homie you don' wanna see da, steel
You don't wanna catch a body, You can't hear the party!
Now that's what you should do, now wheres my baby-boo?
[Chorus]
