The party is jumpin', the place is packed LBC motherfucker, we back About to drop somethin', about to turf The turf 'bout the surf, now what is it worth? Well, I'm the W-A-double-R-E-N-G And I'm the S-N-double-O until the P-D-O-G Celebrate it, elevate it It's me and my dog, you know I regulate it Strobe lights, low-lifes, highlights (Highlights) 2-10, all in my life Grind slow, blindfold, eyesight (Eyesight) Roam in the zone like Twilight Fuck that, trust that big G-Dub You can get sat down, or you can get beat up Ain't no thang, let me know when we can meet up Say the wrong thang and you're leavin' with your feet up I'd rather dance than take me a chance (Hey) Lil' mama right there just shakin' her pants Take a couple flicks, shake a few hands These niggas keep singin' like makin' a band For instance, my interests, we makin' it grand Snoop and Warren, we tourin' again, soarin' again Flyin' to the highest of heights A lot of motherfuckers wanna try to live this life But they can't, and they won't You say you do?, I say you don't, nigga Kick back and just enjoy the ride This shit here's for the East Side We slidin' to a brand new demographic Handcrafted, the owner's a stoner while y'all waitin' to be drafted Lasted this song, cause I mastered my own Classic six deuce ragged with the chrome And it's on (And it's on) And it's on (And it's on) 4-4 Desert Eagle, to your motherfuckin' dome And it's on (And it's on) And it's on (And it's on) Let me see if I can get y'all to sing this song Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na Hey-hey-hey, Snoop Dogg Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na Hey-hey-hey, Snoop Dogg Warren G, g'd up (G'd up) Fuck that, blaze the weed up Warren G, g'd up (G'd up) Fuck that, blaze the weed up This DJ, this DJ, this DJ Warren G This DJ, this DJ, this DJ Warren G This DJ, this DJ, this DJ Warren G The party is jumpin', the place is packed LBC motherfucker, we back About to drop somethin', about to turf The turf 'bout the surf, now what is it worth? Well, I'm the W-A-double-R-E-N-G And I'm the S-N-double-O until the D-O-G Celebrate it, elevate it It's me and my dog, you know I regulate it Dr. Evo (Bangin') (That shit slaps) And there you have it We back at it (The frequency is back) Death Row (West Coast) G-Funk, ugh nasty (Yes, yes y'all) Like battery acid (Hahaha) And we out