[Snoop]
This a mothafuckin' hot record right here
Your about to witness some shit
Ya never thought you'd witness before (fire)
Fin' to get ingorant up in this biatch (beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought?
I wasn't gonna be on? (get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy)(what?)
Here we go again, my flow again, is dope enough
I tilt my brim for Soulja Slim its time to open up
I tuck my heater in my drawers, right next to my balls
I got some weed up in my jaw, stuck in shuckles breakin' laws, mayne
Mr. Magnolia, the high roller, knew I'd pull him over
And bless him with a fat sack of some dolja, told ya
See I'm a soldier represtin' West Coast, cuz
But South Side, rip ride, go on and give it up
I can't fake it, for all my niggas moving weight
From state to state, get your mothafuckin' paper plates
And stack that shit nigga, go on and get your grip on
I'm in it to win it for No Limit (for life)
So nigga trip on (thats right)
And dip on , cause we gon' keep makin' hits (makin' hits)
And the kinda music, that makes you wanna bust a bitch (b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit (uh), that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up (uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy (rowdy rowdy) bout it bout it
Suicide, pull a ride, nutty buddy, with the cutty on the side
Sittin' on, 3's with D's, on top of dub
I'm down South in the club gettin' much love (nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now a thing about me and young cuz
We hit No Limit at the same time (nigga, what, what, what, what?)
Say what?
Doggy Dogg and Soulja Slim at the same time
Is in it to win it for No Limit at the same time
You got my back, I got your back at the same time
You blast for me, I'll blast for you at the same time
This a mothafuckin' hot record right here
Your about to witness some shit
Ya never thought you'd witness before (fire)
Fin' to get ingorant up in this biatch (beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought?
I wasn't gonna be on? (get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy)(what?)
Here we go again, my flow again, is dope enough
I tilt my brim for Soulja Slim its time to open up
I tuck my heater in my drawers, right next to my balls
I got some weed up in my jaw, stuck in shuckles breakin' laws, mayne
Mr. Magnolia, the high roller, knew I'd pull him over
And bless him with a fat sack of some dolja, told ya
See I'm a soldier represtin' West Coast, cuz
But South Side, rip ride, go on and give it up
I can't fake it, for all my niggas moving weight
From state to state, get your mothafuckin' paper plates
And stack that shit nigga, go on and get your grip on
I'm in it to win it for No Limit (for life)
So nigga trip on (thats right)
And dip on , cause we gon' keep makin' hits (makin' hits)
And the kinda music, that makes you wanna bust a bitch (b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit (uh), that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up (uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy (rowdy rowdy) bout it bout it
Suicide, pull a ride, nutty buddy, with the cutty on the side
Sittin' on, 3's with D's, on top of dub
I'm down South in the club gettin' much love (nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now a thing about me and young cuz
We hit No Limit at the same time (nigga, what, what, what, what?)
Say what?
Doggy Dogg and Soulja Slim at the same time
Is in it to win it for No Limit at the same time
You got my back, I got your back at the same time
You blast for me, I'll blast for you at the same time
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