Lyrics
Izzle kizzle, fo’schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo’schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala
Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars
A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
It’s nada — thang on mine, I bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It’s off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho-maniac
bring it back, now shake it up Put it on the table, now break it up Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it It really don’t matter what you spent on it As long as you’re gettin what you paid for
That’s what it made for, ain’t that what you stayed for?
Who’s that dippin’in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg)
Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg)
Who’s that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg)
You play me and I’ll play you
You pay me and I’ll pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This ain’t yo’thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar
Valeted my keys and park my car
No snap shots cause I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin 'em props (whattup, whattup)
First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in
Put my bid in, no bullshittin (no bullshittin)
We be sittin, in the corner
With smoke comin’from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin up the charts (burnin up the charts)
Break a bitch heart, lil’mama don’t you start
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me 'cross the face around two o’clock
But the party don’t stop till we blow up (ka-boom!)
Now every lil’bitch wanna show up Manuev’in to this, groovin to this
Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
Ain’t no skippin to this, trust this
Bust this, it’s too hot to touch this (ahh!)
He say, she say, I say no way
Don’t need foreplay, okay, obey
everything that I say.
And every day’ll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you 'round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet, rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
— repeat 2X
(Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)