[Feat. Snoop Dogg]    [Snoop Dogg]  Soldiers..  Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?  Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane  It's in her neighborhood  Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good  I trust her dog  Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip    Well the party didn't start til I walked in  and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'  but in between time or in the meantime  I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine  We came here together so we can have fun   Me and you baby goin one on one  It's yo' hood so I figure it's good   But if them niggaz start trippin  I ain't trippin shit I ain't Hollywood  We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars  with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars  Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this   Naw hold on let me see how should I say this  The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up  Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up  and get me up out the bitch wit da heat  and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)  I gotta dust em if I rush em   and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)  I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely   Nigga didn't bring damn homie  I wish I woulda, but I didn't  I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)  That's whats wrong wit niggaz   Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch  Dogg is chillin, makin a killin  What more can I say? "Top Billin'"  Thats what I get, I got it good  Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch  Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard  I got a great big bodyguard  So step up if you wanna get hurt  Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt  I get the money, the money I got  Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot  That's how it is, ask yo' kids  I stole ya hoe while you was in prison  Jail, for spousal assault  You was jealous it's all your fault  Dogg is chillin, makin a killin  What more can I say? "Top Billin'"  Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad  Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy  So bad that I'm livin with my momma now  and my bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips  I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe  man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin slow  Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc   Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)  Shit's real; we peel for the meal  Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it  and bring them same skanless bitches (why?)  I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen  On a mission to keep on dishin all fools  Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule  They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter   Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker    [speaking outro]