From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace

(Snoop Dogg!) C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg!) Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg!) A-ha-ha! C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg!) Bam! Boom! Whatchu gon' do cuz? Guess who rollin in, with them baby blue Chucks? And I've still got my khakis creased I'm still loc'n on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets It's the S-N-double-O-P'n Biggest dogg of 'em all, and youse a flea'n And since I got time to drop it for you I guess I must And give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust And can't none of y'all fuck with us But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin wisely These thrillers are Contagious, just like Ron Isley ("What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin in my home") Snoop to the D-O-Double G (uh-huh) Get in where you fit in, follow me (ooh!) Who's the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg!) Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg!) Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg!) Still got the Gin and Juice in hand (Snoop Dogg!) I do it for the G's and I do it for the hustlers Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters Eff the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us The world is chilly as if his name was Usher But I'm still ridin them 'llacs, makin them G stacks And got them cornrows to the back I ain't really tryin to be picky But if you give me somethin, it's got to be the sticky Green by the ounces, low-lows bouncin Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin on my couch and Ooh to the ouch and, Moet fountain That's how we get down at the Doggy Dogg House'n This year we ain't wih thousands We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon Pull up to the Doggy Dogg palace With a car fulla bitches cookin grits like Alice (ooh!) Who's the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg!) Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg!) Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg!) Still got the Gin and Juice in hand (Snoop Dogg!) Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They're riding on the side?) Yeah they running on the side! Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They're riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They're riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three fourteen inch rims is running on the side (They're riding on the side?) Yeah they running on the side! Take two and pass it, it will not burn you From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe Ask Bill Gates, "Yeah I know the homie Snoop" Yeah, I'm straight loc'n, hangin wit my folk and Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke" and Cuz, I done seen so much (like what?) Enough to have your feelings touched When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data Make a nigga stop breathing, have his soul relievin And now you niggaz believe in What I say cause what I say is so real Homie you don't wanna see the steel! You dont wanna catch a body, you came here to party Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby boo? (ooh!) Who's the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg!) Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg!) Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg!) Still got the Gin and Juice in hand (Snoop Dogg!) Yeah, no introduction, is needed But for those who still, refuse to accept The reading on the wall, for the new Mack-allenium This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan Chairman of the Board, of famous players everywhere And I'm puttin it down with Big Snoop Dogg, the legend The King Player, my friend, yo' friend The L.B.C. savior! Also known, in this new Mack-allenium, as da boss