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Still D.R.E.

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg (1999)

Yeah, nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E

'99 nigga (guess who's back)

Still, still doing that shit, Andre?

Oh, for sho', yeah, check me out

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot

'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock

You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block

Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off

How nigga? My last album was The Chronic

They want to know if he still got it

They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

(If you ain't up on thangs)

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game

Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats

Still not lovin' police (uh huh)

Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')

Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)

Still the beat bangs, still doin' my thang

Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends

Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week

Still, I stay close to the heat

And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet

My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat

Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep

Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat

I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat

It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth

Since, Turn Off the Lights, from the World Class Wreckin' Cru

I'm still at it, After-mathematics

In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics

Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic

I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with

Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch

Laid back in the shack, play this track

I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world

(Still, hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl)

I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap

Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

(So if you ain't up on thangs)

Dr. Dre be the name, still runnin' the game

Still, got it wrapped like a mummy

Still, ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money

Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard

Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars

Still gon' get mine regardless (still)

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)

Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)

Takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Right back up in ya motherfuckin' ass

9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up

D-R-E right back on top of thangs

Smoke some with your dog

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!

Some of that real sticky icky icky

Ooh wee! Put it in the air

Boy, you's a fool, D-R-E

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The Next Episode

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg (1999)

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know who's back up in this motherfucker

(What? What? What? What?)

So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up)

Just blaze that shit up, nigga

Yeah, 'sup, Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up

D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure

Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair

Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the X, you'll be relievin' your stress

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)

Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?

Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac

With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?)

Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood

South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love

This California bud got a nigga gang of pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on, and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?)

Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play

We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Smoke weed every day

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Riders On The Storm

Snoop Dogg, The Doors (2007)

Hey yo Jim man

Why don't ya

You don't you kick some of that

You know, you know how you do it man

It's a trip people don't even believe were together right now (wow)

But tell your story, man

You know the one I like

Say it for me (Ride, ride, ride)

Riders on the storm (Ride, ride, ride)

Into this house we're born (Into this house we're born)

Into this world we're thrown (Into this world we're thrown)

Like a dog without a bone (Like a dog without a bone)

An actor out on loan(An actor out alone)

Riders on the storm (Ride, ride, ride)

There's a killer on the road (Killer, Murder)

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday (holidays, holidays)

Let your children play (play)

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet family will die (Die)

Killer on the road, yeah (Killer, Murder)

Goin' off of this roll off of that with the Lizard king

Bumpin' in the back (wow) how bout that (yeah)

Driftin', Liftin', Swiftin', coastin', Testaroastin'

But the wheels won't stop 200 (errrr) on the highway fresh

Up off the block he's a rider, na he's a killer dresses in all black

But his hat says Stella (Stella)

Pedal to the metal I gotta go hard

Drive by and say hello hey Fredwreck you my mello now let me

Hear what I sound like acapella (shhh) wow ride dip swish now

Bring it back just like this like a dog with out his bone unlike

A G with out his chrome it's hard to imagine the homey dog in a

Jag and he's checkin' for the checkered flag comin' in first never

In last cause my car to fast (zoom, zoom) I neva eva run out of

Gas cause I just to clean I do it upper class so fasten your seat

Belts it's so hot it will even make heat melt (woo, woo) so get a bowl

And roll and ride slip through the slip and slide

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Away chameleon

Need for speed I'm trying to take the lead hold on little homey

Before you run into the trees

I've seen things that

I would have never saw before hey yo Jim let'em in, let'em in open up

My back tire smokin' (errrr) the whole street and now the police wanna

Flash there lights and chase the Dogg

All night (woof) but I won't pull over

Nor give up, 'cause I just don't give a fuck (What, What, What)

Yeah from the side boy where we was

Born and raised straight up to ride

Boy (west side) continuously

(Continuously) we get to it expeditiously

Keep the light on east side on Snoop Dogg and The Doors

And yeah we bout to ride on

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

And let's ride

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I Wanna Fuck You

Snoop Dogg, Akon (2006)

Konvict

Konvict Muzik

And you know we up front

I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know, girl

Money in the air as more fell, grab you by your coat tail

Take you to the motel, ho sale

Don't tell, won't tell

Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg" but she told on me, oh well

Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do

Baby, stick to me and I'ma stick on you

If you pick me then I'ma pick on you

D-O-double G and I'm here to put this dick on you

I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right

Rip ridin' the poles and them doors is tight

And I'ma get me a shot for the end of the night

'Cause pussy is pussy and baby, your pussy for life

I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know, girl

Shorty, I can see, you ain't lonely

Handful of niggas and they all got cheese

So you lookin' at me now, what it's gon' be?

Just another tease far as I can see

Tryin' to get you up out this club

If it means spendin' a couple dubs

Throwin' 'bout 30 stacks in the back

Make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub

And you know my pedigree

Ex-dealer use to move 'phetamines

Girl, I spend money like it don't mean nothi'

And besides, I got a thing for you

I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

You already know, girl

Mobbin' through the club in the low pressin'

I'm sittin' in the back in the smokers section (just smoking, just smoking)

Bird's eye, I got a clear view

You can't see me but I can see you (baby, I see you, see you)

Mmh, it's cool, we jet, the mood is set, your pussy is wet

You rubbin' your back and touchin' your neck

Your body is movin', you're humpin' and jumpin'

Your titties is bouncin', you smilin' and grinin' and lookin' at me

Girl and while you're lookin' at me

I'm ready to hit the Caddy right up on the patio

Move the patty to the Caddy

Baby, you got a fatty

The type I like to marry

Wantin' to just give you everything and that's kind of scary

'Cause I'm lovin' the way you shake your ass

Bouncin', got me tippin' my glass

Normally don't get caught up too fast

But I got a thing for you

I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna fuck you (fuck you)

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Buttons

The Pussycat Dolls, Snoop Dogg (2005)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

Typical and hardly the type I fall for

I like when the physical

Don't leave me asking for more

I'm a sexy mamma (Mama)

Know just how to get wat i wanna (Wanna)

All I wanna do is spring this on ya(On ya)

That back up all the things that i told(Told ya)

You been sayin' all the right things all night long

But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

Baby, can't you see? (See)

These clothes aren't fittin' on me (me)

The heat comin' from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

I don't think you know

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe(Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

You say you're a big boy

But I can't agree

'Cause the love you said you had

Ain't been put on me

I wonderIf I'm just too much for you

Wonder If my kiss don't make you just

Wonder What I got next for you

What you wanna do? (Do)

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours

I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please

Baby, can't you see? (See)

These clothes are fittin' on me (me)

The heat comin' from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

I don't think you know

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

(Dance break)

Come on baby

Loosen up my buttons babe (Loosen up my buttons babe)

Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe

(Loosen up my buttons babe)

Come on baby

Loosen up my buttons babe (Loosen up my buttons babe)

Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe

(Loosen up my buttons babe)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh)

But you keep frontin' (Uh)

Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh)

Wiggle

Jason Derulo, Snoop Dogg (2014)

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Young, Wild & Free

Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa, Bruno Mars (2011)

Is this thing on? (Word)

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees (shit)

So what we go out

That's how it's supposed to be

Living young and wild and free,

Uh, uh-uhm, so what I keep 'em rolled up

Saggin' my pants, not caring what I show

Keep it real with my niggas

Keep it player for these hoes

It look clean, don't it?

Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it

Give me some 5-0-1 jeans on it

Roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers

And smoke them hoes down 'til they stingers

You a class clown and if I skip for the day

I'm with your bitch smokin' grade A

You know what

It's like I'm 17 again

Peach fuzz on my face

Lookin' on the case

Tryna find a hella taste

Oh my God, I'm on the chase, Chevy

It's gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it

Dippin' away, time keeps slippin' away

Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay

Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint

Up front, four blunts, like, "Khalifa put the weed in a J"

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how it's supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

Uh, and I don't even care

'Cause if me and my team in there

There's gon' be some weed in the air

Tell 'em, Mac

Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin'

When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up

That's how it should be done

Soon as you thinkin' you're down

Find how to turn things around

Now things are lookin' up

From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang

So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang

Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin'

Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a building

Got my own car, no job, no children

Had a science project, me and Mac killed it

T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me

This is us, we gon' fuss

And we gon' fight and we gon' roll

And live off life

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how it's supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

Yeah, roll one, smoke one

When you live like this you're supposed to party

Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

So we just, roll one, smoke one

When you live like this you're supposed to party

Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how it's supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

So what, we're fine

We don't care who sees

That's how it's supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

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Sweat

Snoop Dogg, David Guetta (2011)

Big Snoop Dogg

Can you be my doctor? Can you fix me up?

Can you wipe me down? So I can-

Make you give it up, give it up till you say my name

Like a Jersey, Jersey, shuttin' down the game

Be my head coach, so you can-

And never take me out 'til you can taste the way

Do it again and again 'til you say my name

And by the way, I'm so glad

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat, sweat

Can you, can you get me up like I'm late for my first class?

So I can give it to you rough like a first draft

Hold you like a paper plane, you know I got paper, babe

But them dollar bills, girl, I'll make it rain

Holiday Inn, come and meet me on the 8th floor

Damn, it feels good, but I feel bad for them next door

And I, and I-I-I-I apologize but when I slip, slip, slip

I turn girls into Slip 'N Slide

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat, sweat

Where you goin'? What ya say?

I want her river flowin' to another lake

By the ocean, by the ocean, on the beach, on the beach

Let me dip my feet in and make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I wanna make you sweat, sweat

I just wanna make you sweat

I Wanna Love You

Akon, Snoop Dogg (2006)

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Drop It Like It's Hot

Snoop Dogg, Pharrell Williams (2004)

Snoop

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it's hot

And if a n-- get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Rollie on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon

And I roll the best w-- 'cause I got it goin' on

I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams

See these ice cubes? See these Ice Creams?

Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat

That's whiter than what's spillin' down your throat

The Phantom exterior like fish eggs

The interior like suicide wrist red

I can exercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed

Cheat on your man, ma, that's how you get ahizzead

Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street

With the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat

So don't try to run up on my ear talkin' all that raspy sh--

Tryin' to ask me sh--

When my n-- fill ya vest, they ain't gon' pass me sh--

You should think about it, take a second

Matter 'fact, you should take four, B

And think before you f-- with Lil Skateboard, P

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it's hot

And if a n-- get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Rollie on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon

And I roll the best w-- 'cause I got it goin' on

I'm a gangster, but y'all knew that

Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that

I keep a blue flag hangin' out my backside

But only on the left side, yeah, that's the C-- side

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I cut so much, you thought I was a DJ

Two, one, yep, three

S-N double O-P, D-O double G

I can't fake it, just break it and when I take it

See, I specialize in makin' all the girls get naked

So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside

We got a world premiere right here, now get live

So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles

Waitin' on the Pizzle, the Dizzle, and the Chizzle

Gs to the bizzack, now ladies, here we gizzo

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it's hot

And if a n-- get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Rollie on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon

And I roll the best w-- 'cause I got it goin' on

I'm a bad boy with a lotta h--

Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes

I hang out tough, I'm a real boss

Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp

On the TV screen and in the magazines

If you play me close, you're on a red beam

Oh, you got a g--, so you wanna pop back?

Now n--, stop that

Cement shoes, now I'm on the move

You're family's cryin', now you on the news

They can't find you and now they miss you

Must I remind you, I'm only here to twist you

Whip you, dip you, then flip you

Then dance to this mother-- music, we Cr-- to

Subscribe, n--, get yo' issue

Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at you

Park it like it's hot

And if a n-- get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

I got the Rollie on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon

And I roll the best w-- 'cause I got it goin' on

Snoop

Deep Cover

Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre (1992)

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California Gurls

Katy Perry, Snoop Dogg (2010)

Greetings loved ones

Let's take a journey

I know a place

Where the grass is really greener

Warm, wet, and wild

There must be somethin' in the water

Sippin' gin and juice

Layin' underneath the palm trees (undone)

The boys break their necks

Tryin' to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close to the golden coast

Once you party with us

You'll be fallin' in love

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

California girls, we're unforgettable

Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin, so hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

California girls, we're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it one lock

West Coast represent

Now put your hands up

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Sex (sex) on the beach

We don't mind sand in our stilettos

We freak in my Jeep

Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

You could travel the world (you could travel the world)

But nothing comes close to the golden coast

Once you party with us (once you party with us)

You'll be fallin' in love

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

California girls, we're unforgettable (California)

Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin, so hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

California girls (California), we're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it one lock

West Coast represent (West Coast)

Now put your hands up

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Toned, tanned, fit, and ready

Turn it up 'cause it's gettin' heavy

Wild, wild West Coast

These are the girls I love the most

I mean the ones, I mean like she's the one

Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns (uh)

The girl's a freak, she drive a Jeep

And live on the beach

I'm okay, I won't play

I love the Bay just like I love L.A.

Venice Beach and Palm Springs

Summertime is everyday

Homeboys bangin' out

All that ass hangin' out

Bikinis, zuchinis, martinis, no weenies

Just a king and a queenie

Katy, my lady? (Yeah?)

Lookie here, baby (uh-huh)

I'm all up on ya

'Cause you representin' California (oh-oh, yeah)

California girls, we're unforgettable

Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin, so hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (come on, come on)

California girls, we're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it one lock

West Coast represent (West Coast, West Coast)

Now put your hands up (ayy, ayy)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

(California)

California girls, man (California girls)

(California)

Hahahaha

(California girls)

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Walking on Air

Anise K, Snoop Dogg, Bella Blue (2013)

Big Snoop Dogg

Walking on air

Like a shot through my heart, such a fool boy.

How you spin me down

Show me all of the stars in your world boy

Circling around

But I can't let go

Cause I want you so

And baby I'ma hold you tight

If you just say so

I'll be falling in your arms tonight

I am flying higher

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

Fallen lights from the sky like a showdown

Lighting up the night

Ill be your satellite, take my hand now

Till the end of time

But I can't let go

Cause I want you so

And baby I'ma hold you tight

If you just say so

I'll be falling in your arms tonight

I am flying higher

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

Woah oh oh oh...

Mind to mind, eye to eye

Talk it, walk it, in the sky

Yeah yeah, what a player

Cloud nine, in the air

Elevate that, celebrate that (Celebrate)

This feels good to me (feels so good)

Love is peace, sleeve to sleeve

Heart to heart, you and me (Heart to heart you and me)

What's it gonna be?

What you wanna do?

I just got to find some time and space to be with you

Taste the aroma, all up on ya

She was the world, free as the bird

Slippin' down, slippin' town

Blastin' off in the clouds

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

Feels like I'm walking on air

Feels like I'm flying

(Walkin' on air)

Woah oh oh oh...

Big Snoop Dogg

Walking on air

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Signs

Snoop Dogg, Charlie Wilson, Justin Timberlake (2004)

I'm not sure what I see, Cupid don't fuck with me

Are you telling me this is a sign?

She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys

Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh)

Don't think about it, boy leave her alone (Ooh wee)

Nigga you ain't no G

She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll

You ain't no G

It's legit, you know it's a hit

When The Neptunes and the Doggy Dogg fin to spit

You know he's in tune with the season

Come here baby, tell me why you leaving?

Tell me if it's weed that you need

If you wanna breathe, I got the best weed minus seeds

Ain't nobody tripping VIP they can't get in

If something go wrong then you know we get to Cripping

I'm not sure what I see, Cupid don't fuck with me

Are you telling me this is a sign?

She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys

Are you telling me this is a sign?

Don't think about it, boy leave her alone (ho ho yeah)

Nigga you ain't no G

She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll

(Do-do-do-do-do-do) You ain't no G

Now you stepping with a G, from Los Angeles

Where the helicopters got cameras

Just to get a glimpse of our Chucks

And our Khakis and our bouncer cars

You're with you friend right? (Yeah)

She ain't trying to bring over no men right? (No)

Shit, she ain't gotta be in the distance

She can get high all in an instant

I'm not sure what I see, Cupid don't fuck with me

Are you telling me this is a sign?

She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys

Are you telling me this is a sign?

Don't think about it, boy leave her alone (ho ho yeah)

Nigga you ain't no G

She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll

(Do-do-do-do-do-do) You ain't no G

Mami, mamacita, have you ever, flown on G5's

From London to Ibiza, you gotta have cake to

You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas

You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena

And I can take you (Uncle Charlie, preach)

Nigga don't be young and foolish

You don't know what you're doing

You don't know what you've lost until she's gone (til she's gone)

She got her pretty face, drove you wild

But you ain't got that Snoop Doggy Dogg style

I'm not sure what I see, Cupid don't fuck wit me

Are you telling me this is a sign?

She's looking in my eyes, noticing no other guys

Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh)

Don't think about it, boy leave her alone (Ooh wee)

Nigga you ain't no G

She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll

You ain't no G, you ain't no G

Ooh wee

Heee, hey (You ain't no G)

Ooh ho ho

Ooh wee

Heee, hey ho

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Gaspar Yanga

D Smoke, Snoop Dogg (2020)

Ayo, D Smoke

Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please?

Supa Good Smi-doke

D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official

I got these other niggas in quite a dill of a pickle

'Cause they bitch want me to pour champagne drip off the nipples

Get off, kick off the party, lift off and piss off the people

Who kiss up to the establishment, haven't you seen they ego?

Like me, no

I used to do this shit 'cause I loved it, busted for free though

I still do this shit for the love, but add another zero

A hero, in my city I'm Diddy mixed with Rico

Strong, I throw this dick at my lady like it's a free throw

Long time, me love you, designed by heat and struggle

With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers

They never seen nothin' like me

Where your roots run?

Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood)

We can do somethin'

Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'

Apply that pressure (pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure

Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Am I wrong for puttin' us on? You would if you could

In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood

Grey poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your jug'

Throwin' stones, you never atone, now look at you

Supero mitos, rico

Jugando ese juego with the cheat code

Las salud es llave, vengo de grandes principios

Hidrando my body, wake up and throw back a Zico

Hop up in the morning, get a waffle at the Roscoes on Manchester

I ain't gotta head to Pico

Aunque soy sano no puedo decirlo de mis hermanos

Si andan tirados, turn you into chorizo, we go

Stupid, man, it's ludicrous (ludicrous)

Give my girl a kiss and start playin' all in her uterus, zero

People did it like me before, the world is new to this

Red City, nigga, plenty homies in the blue division

I did my homework and my rudiments

I made my dome work and stayed true to all my hooligans

Now I travel where I want regardless of the destination

And if you don't know your way, you just might need an invitation

Where your roots run?

Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood)

We can do somethin'

Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'

Apply that pressure (pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure

Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure

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2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

2Pac, Snoop Dogg (2009)

Up out of there, ha-ha-ha-ha

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (pump that up G)

(Why you actin' up like this) ahh shit, you done fucked up now

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) you done put two of America's

Most wanted in the same motherfucken place at the same

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) motherfucken time, ha-ha-ha-ha

Y'all niggaz about to feel this

Break out the champagne glasses (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

And the motherfuckin condoms (play that one on us, alright)

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture

Bomb the hoochies with precision my intentions to get richer

With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homie

You, is a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sure nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run

Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome

Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind

But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine

So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit

And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced

Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases (hmm)

Bitches get ready for the throw-down, the shit's about to go down

Me and Snoop about to clown (ha-ha)

I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons

You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'

Niggaz be actin' like we savage, they out to get the cabbage

I got, nothin' but love, for my niggaz livin' lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino

I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino

And I, think I got a black Beamer

But my dream is to own a fly casino

Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal

And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal

Hmm, it feel good to you baby bubba

You see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker

Now follow as we ride

Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side

And I can make you famous

Niggaz been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us

I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin' these, motherfuckin G's

If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant

2 of Amerikaz most wanted (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) now give me fifty feet

Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets

And keep whatever's left of me

Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief

Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me

I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?

There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs

(Ha-ha right) you thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear

Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like 'cause, blood, gang-bangin'

Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin'

You got to have papers in this world

You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl

You doin' your job, every day

And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn grey

Let me tell you about life, and 'kbout the way it is

You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my Glock

So now I gotta throw away

Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day

They wonder how I lived, with five shots

Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block

Schemes for currency and doe related

Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it

No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it

My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party)

(It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (bitch)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (yeah bitch ha-ha-ha)

Death Row (Death Row)

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P.I.M.P.

50 Cent, Snoop Dogg (2003)

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana

She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her

I spit a little G man and my game got her

A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in her ear saying, "They think about her"

I got the bitch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head

I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed

Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid

Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see

You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

G-G-G-G-G, G-mix!

I don't know what you've heard about me

But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G

And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, an' I'm a G

And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Yeah, bitch, I got my now and later gators on

I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong

You're dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die

12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side

I'm down with that nigga, 50, like I'm down with blue

Fuck 'cause, nah, nigga, motherfuck you

G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy

Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down

I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown

I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around

I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)

That's waiting on me to return

So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word (word)

They love it when I get to crippin'

And spittin' this maga-agnficent pimpin' (pimpin')

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, an' I'm a G

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G

An' I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

You need to switch over and ride with a star

It'll get you far

I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb

Got some tricks, but I ain't one

I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run

I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese

Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees

I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve

I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, pimp

We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (dirty, dirty!)

We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors

I spin the G-Unit piece, and get 'em dizzy

Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me

When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know

That money make the world go round, so let's get mo'

It's time to show these players how it should be done

You got pimp potential, you might could be one, G-Unit!

I don't know what you heard about me (yeah!)

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me (woo!)

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (uh-huh)

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me (uh-huh)

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me (yeah!)

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (yeah)

In Hollywood, they say, "There's no business, like show business"

In the hood they say, "There's no business, like hoe business," you know

They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!

Ha-ha-ha

Yeah

Black and Yellow

Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J, Snoop Dogg, T-Pain (2011)

Round Here

Snoop Dogg (2006)

Nuthin But a G'Thang

Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre (1992)

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Go To Church (feat. Snoop Dogg & Lil Jon)

Ice Cube, Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg (2006)

Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up

Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up

See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler

Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya

I'm down with Lil' Jon ain't got to pretend (Yeah)

"Crunk Juice", nigga, run the club that you in (Hey)

You scary muthafuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (Nah)

You just spend all your time in the club tryin' to duck us (What?)

And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga

From your ass, you can come try nigga (Hey)

In the hood, all the way down South (Yeah)

I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)

We can get it crackin' if it get to clickin' clackin'

Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga, with no reaction

If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts

That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt

'Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (Hey)

Lyrics full of steroids, niggas paranoid (Hey)

And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up

When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

Click clackin', pistol-packin', Crip raggin' folio

Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio

You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is

"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in

Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors and rappers

Hang out with kidnappers and jackers

Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin'?

It's the big boss Dogg, I'm back in action and smashin'

I flash with the bling I surpass the supreme

You don't really wanna have a clash with my team

I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings

If I got a bitch with me, she got ass in them jeans

Rollin' through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean

Servin' all you suckers 'cause you all dope fiends

Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?

You run up with that bullshit, I'll fuck yo' ass up

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

You scared, you scared

You scared motherfucker, you scared

You scared, you scared, you scared, you scared

You scared motherfucker, you scared, you scared

You scared, you scared

You scared motherfucker, you scared

You scared, you scared, you scared, you scared

You scared motherfucker, you scared, you scared

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

It goes one for the money (Hey) two for the show (Yeah)

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (Go to church)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A do your dirt)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A put in work)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A go berserk)

It goes one for the money (Hey) two for the show (Yeah)

Three for the pussy, four for the glow (Hey)

Five for the rookies, six for the pros (Nah)

Seven for the numbers of them fuckin' zeroes (What?)

Eight for haters, Nine for the cause

Ten for my niggas, behind big bars (Hey)

Fuck these devils, and they laws (Yeah)

Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls.

Fuck Wit Dre Day

DJ Quick, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre (2015)

1800

Snoop Dogg, Lil Jon (2009)

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Kush

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Akon (2000)

Hold up, wait a minute (uh-huh, I see)

Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)

Hold up, wait a minute (I see)

Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)

Hold up, wait a minute (I see)

Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)

Hold up, wait a minute (yeah)

Let me put some kush up in it (yeah, yeah)

Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit

Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress

Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic

Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked

We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses

Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit

Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch

Andre, 3001, another classic (one, one, one)

Go ahead, ask 'em, bitches 'bout how I be smoking out

(Party all night) oh, yeah, it's goin' down

Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff

Oh yeah, we smokin' all night

Yeah, puff-puff pass that shit right here

Nigga, better than my last batch

Caramel complexion and her ass fat

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, whoa (let's go)

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)

Take a whiff of this, suicide

Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?

Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.

Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)

Inhale (L.A.), exhale

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Hmm! Still, I am

Tighter than the pants on will.i.am

Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack

Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential

Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts

Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (where my money, bitch?)

You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they'll know

This ain't 'dro, get a whiff of that

No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog

"What he smokin' on?" Shit, kush 'til my mind gone

What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown

High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it

Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it

I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded

So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie

You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, whoa (yessir)

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)

Take a whiff of this, suicide

Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?

Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.

Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)

Inhale (L.A.), exhale

Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke

Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke

Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back

'Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that

Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke

Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke

Inhale, exhale

Hangover

PSY, Snoop Dogg (2014)

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Bottle Pop

The Pussycat Dolls, Snoop Dogg (2008)

Tip top

Drip drop

Bottles pop

Lips lock

Hips rock

Don't stop

Big Snoop Dogg is back on the block

PC Disney

Shake that thing to this beat

Taste like brandy

Shaped like landi

Sweet like candy candy candy

All them other models bottling

Like mamas bottle tasty

If you pop my bottle all them models gonna hate me

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

Every girl dreams of herself in pearls

Wanna be the fast driver of a shiny car

But the good girls suddely the bad girls

Just because they wanna be a movie star

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

Every girl feels this world belongs to her

No matter who make her purr she's a super star

Now the worry is us, my girl with curves

That'll make this model burn when her bottle pops

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

Pass the fifth, I pass it back

Turn around lil' mama, got ass in the back

See, it's a fact, a bottle of pop

If you shake it, then drop it like it's hot

Time is money and money is time

And if you're with me, all your money is mine

Yup, yup, do it to death

Is it true that you get wet? (Wet, wet)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

Your turning me on

Your shaking me up

(So don't cha wanna take me)

Just because

I'm the chosen one

(Oh them models gonna hate me)

All them other models bottling

Like mamas bottle tasty

Put my bottle on them models oughta hate me

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

When my bottle pop

(Shake Me)

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Peaches

Justin Bieber, Ludacris, Usher, Snoop Dogg (2021)

I get my peaches out in Georgia

Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida

Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me

And your prescriptions fill more than them trees in California

I'm always gon' adore ya, kiss you and caress ya

Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya, protect ya

Sex ya like you've never been sexed

Got your legs shaking like the Go-Go challenge, so (who's next?)

Crushed grapes in my Mauritius

Girl, you're my flavor of love, you so delicious

I'ma make you my Missus

All these candy-coated kisses, you're my strawberry shortcake

That ass'll make me catch a charge and miss the court date

Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you

We'll set the world on fire, then light a blunt or two (woo)

I got the keys, we can have it on lock

And I'll lick it like ice cream with a cherry on top, Luda!

And I say, oh (oh)

The way I breathe you in (in)

It's the texture of your skin

I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby

Never let you go, oh

And I say, oh

There's nothing like your touch

It's the way you lift me up, yeah

And I'll be right here with ya 'til the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that's that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Don't be thinking that she's mad at you

She from Decatur, so she got a little attitude (yeah)

She do what she wanna do

Wonder where she learned to bounce that booty, what's her secret?

I bet her momma went to Freaknik

I bought a flight, I need her with me on the Westside

She'll be here tonight

She from Atlanta, she smoke we call that a peach tree, ooh-wee

I got my peach from out of Georgia

Only one that understands me

Only one know how that lifestyle can be

Always meet me in the middle

Circle of trust, she in the center

Give her what she need

Bought her a condo on the Upper East

Big Apple, but I love that peach

So ripe, and he right, I

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that's that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Land of the tree, home is the base (home is the base)

Kush in my woods, smoking with grace (smoking with grace)

Pass it around and give 'em a taste

And you can tell that it's fire by the look on they face

Blame it on Dogg, I did it again (I did it again)

Whole VIP smelling like it's Christmas, you don't wanna miss this

California weed on ten, this hits different

I'm like, "JB, where you been?"

This is a knockout, nothing but the heavyweight

Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state

You know I got it on me, finest only

I'm in the building, I make a phone call to all my out-of-town homies

I'm the ambassador of legalization (legalization)

I got a passion, I'm leading a nation

Haters be hating a lot

But all the Dogg got is a lot of money, weed and patience

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that's that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that's that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Santa Claus Goes Straight To The Ghetto 2017

Snoop Dogg, Boyz II Men (2017)

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