Текст песни From The Chuuuuch To The Palace

Fa shizzle dizzle, it’s the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
...(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)

[Verse 1]
Bam, boom, watch you gone do cuz?
Guess I'm rollin’ in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I’m still rockin’ on these beats, and keep a bad ass on the streets
It’s the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And you’s 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 y’all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that’s not thinkin’ wisely
These brotha’s 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]
Who’s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Keep the lo’-lo’ in a 3 wheel stance(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Still got the gin n juice in hand (Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)

[Verse 2]
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustla’z
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
F 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’ them ‘lacs, makin’ 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain’t really tryin’ to be picky
But if you give me somethin’, it’s got to be the stickySnoop Doggy Dogg - From The Chuuuuch To The Palace - http://ru.motolyrics.com/snoop-doggy-dogg/from-the-chuuuuch-to-the-palace-lyrics.html
Green by the ounces, Lo'-lo's bouncin’
Ninety doin’ fakin’ with kissin’ on the couch ‘in
Ooh to the ouch ‘in, more a fountain
But that’s how we get it on at the doggy Dogg house ‘in
This year we ain’t fuck with thousands
We playin' with millions and we fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Palace, with a car full of 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 cutlass coupe
Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop)
Yeah I'm still loc ‘in, hangin’ wit my folk ‘in
Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke ‘in”
Cause I done seen so much,(how much) enough to have your feelin’s touched
When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga' 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 don’t wanna catch a body, you came here to party!
Now that’s what you should do, now where’s my baby-boo?

CHORUS

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