Snoop Dog C Walk | Snoop Dogg

Yeah yeah, what it do nephew It's ya' crippin' cousin Big Snoop D-O-Double-G Oh yeah, west west y'all We way over here in Italy man Could you say that man? Italia man You know what I'm talkin' 'bout My nigga Coolio out there doing real big We blowin' on some of that shit Oh yeah, Compton and Long Beach together Now you know we in trouble Kit Kat, kick back homie don't you sit back And hype when the sound start to click like a click-clack Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at You rap don't got no respectance Time to go get that So lift that, point that, aim where's his dome at Show these punk niggas how we do, where we roam at Roll that, roll that, TVs on the roll back Caddies start to cap, twenty niggas in the throwback Get back you can't win that Don't pretend that, you ain't got no chance Put these balls where ya chin at Spit heat, get cheese, that's how we move that Who that move that nigga where ya crew at You betta get ya money Stack some chips for the time of days ain't sunny nigga I hope yo' mouth ain't runny 'Cause if it is, yo' body gonna hop like bunny We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say Sit back, said that, dawg where the drink at Set back in the lac, kick back sit back toast to the big man Yeah 'cuz you did that 100,000 rappers in line ready to spit raps What fo'? Why not Everyone want my spot so I guess I gotta Drop it like it's hawt Ain't nuttin' to it to do it like done diddy West coast general nigga, I'm cold niddy You niggas, wanna G like, you think that you can be like Let me show you mothafuckas what it see like See we like to ... an put outta town niggas outta' war shows Now as far as the war goes If you got beef wit' me, everyone catchin bullet holes this ain't no mutha fuckin movie script This the life of a gangsta crip ya' punk bitch We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say I walk the walk, I talk the talk Hey, you's a bitch that ain't my fault Look, I lit the match I struck the spark That heated the grease that fired the marks that Grinds the chalk You chicken shit niggas its time to squawk It's some indiscrepancies 'bout the bullshit ya' brought The rhymes ya' thought were dope were sure You been judged been found one now you been caught Call me gangsta call, me killa, call me rilla nigga You can call me old man riva Cause u goin straight to the bottom I shot I'm they rottin' they new concrete boots still replacin' them cottons Who the fuck you think I am you think I ran, I'm the man And I am, still humble tennas an flaggin' bandanas Type down on a whip with heat like Dan Tana We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say I thought I told you man This west coast gangsta shit is international man If you don't know, you won't know man Throw sum real spit on some real shit I mean that's when you done took your game to another level Now all my niggas on the east side I ain't forgot 'bout yall You can't spell the west without the ES Battle K in the house I see you ma nigga, gangsta up in this bitch You know how we do

How else could you capture the world If you don't attack from the back To the million march... hehehehe (Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy, boggy, boogy... I'm goin 65, 75, 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, I've been shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track With the diamond in the back Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in Four hoes on a black tryna put their bid in Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the four o'clok traffic jam We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin ya game... Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin baggin church You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em) Don't touch 'em hoe! You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the fuck back I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse Simple slim, man I'm large Mashin so big like a fo' by fo' Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang and my tough compartment Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it First place in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo Tot that track you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck And I hate Stoplight I always make to the next? McMany? I told you right I wouldn't C-Walk Light me out, hahahaha! Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoein, make a nigga pocket still swollin Still goin, black and white tip-toein' Flash in my playa's car (why you play so hard?) cuz I'ma Don Sippin Moet, smokin Chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin black-red, who let bag to blunt Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn Half tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left, so I whipped it Skipped it, lifted it and ovedrive Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight