I fall off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for him
(What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken
Let me slide to the hoop, regroup
I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too
I throw strikes like Andy
Pettitte and Roger Clemens
The bulletproof 'Lac with the
You mean the one with the
Pretty bitches sittin in it?
And we gon' bend it and dent it
Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it
Now when you suckin my dick
Baby girl put yo' face in it
(get it girl) , make yo' head swirl
(get it girl) , make my toes curl
And get it get it, go on girl
It's a crazy mixed up doggy
And I know that you really can't believe What ya
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang of weed
That you could see a true G
A nigga like the D- O double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money,
Suckers we straight through
When we skate through, with DJ Clue
And football practice off that dodo
I want the ki's, the trees, the ice
And the g's what's yours is mines
But you already know though
Let's see how long a body
I got my Rocawear leather on,
You know Dame and Jigga laced
Them my motherfuckin' homeboys
With the full pound tucked in Amil purse
All you bitches hatin' get a deal first
Chorus yeah, you know how we do
Rockin these niggas rocafella
I'mma take me a trip to Marcy
We ain't fuckin' with none of
On to the rest, you bitches