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Lyric: From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace

  • artist: Snoop Dogg
  • seen: 922

Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
  with the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
  ...(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  ...C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  ...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  ...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
    [Verse 1]
  Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz?
  Guess I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks
  And I still got my khakis creased
  Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets
  Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest dogg of 'em all
  and youse a flea, and
  and since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
  and give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust
  I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
  And cant none of yall, fuck wit us
  But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely
  these pullas 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
  Get in, where you fit in... follow me
    [Chorus]
  Whos the man with that dance? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  Get the dro' low anything will stand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
  Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
    [Verse 2]
  I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz
  Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
  fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
  The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
  But I'm still ridin in macks, makin 'em G stacks
  and got them corn rows to the back
  I aint really tryin to be picky
  but if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
  Doin by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin
  Ninety doin fakin with kissin on the couchin
  Boo to the ouchin, more a fountain
  But thats how we get anotha doggy dogg housin
  This year we aint fuck wih thousands
  We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon
  Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches
  fuckin grits like Alice
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  Three 14 inch rims is runnin on the side (They riding on the side?)
  Yeah they runnin on the side!
  Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
  Yeah they runnin on the side!
  Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
  Yeah they runnin on the side!
  Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?)
  Yeah they runnin 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 cut in his coupe
  Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop)
  Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin wit my folk and
  Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke"
  Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched
  When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
  Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
  Nigga fuckin stop breathin
  That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
  What I say cuz what I say is so real
  Homie you don' wanna see da, steel
  You dont wanna catch a body, You cant hear the party!
  Now thats what you should do, now wheres my baby-boo?
    [Chorus]
  [fade out]
  

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