[Intro]   S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee   D-O-double-giz-ee   D-O-double-giz-ee   (repeat x2)      [Snoop talks over Intro]   Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle   My nizzle, what you sizzle?   Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha      (Snoop Dogg)   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, 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's made for, ain't that what you stayed for?      (chorus)   Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?   Snoop Dogg   Smoke till your eyes get cataracts   Snoop Dogg   You've got a girl lay her on her back   Snoop Dogg   Millionaire, makin that paper stack   Snoop Dogg      (Snoop)   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 aint your thang, this my song   Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar   Valet my keys, and park my car   No snap shots, cuz I might get popped   As I slide by security, givin 'em props   First thing I do, when I get in   Let me take you back to when I first slid in   Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin   We be sippin, in the corner   With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna   Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard   Little mama don't you start      (chorus)      S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee   D-O-double-giz-ee   D-O-double-giz-ee   (x2)      (Snoop)   Tick tock, the ice on my watch   Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock   But the party don't stop till we blow up   Now every little nigga 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   He say, she say, I say no way   Don't need foreplay, ok, 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 mothafuckin backstreets      (chorus x2)      (Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)