What up, nephew? It's your uncle Snoop Dogg, man Real spit, cuh Yeah I'ma kick it off Like I know how And then we gon' let them come in and do what they does, cuz 'Cause I gotta let you know how it is, 'cause uh I'm Beretta, a go getter, more wetter, Loretta Dough getter, so better, for weather No never, so clever, go whether or not The teapot or the beef might settle, feet on the pedal Mashin' music, blastin', swervin', drivin' fast In the wrong lane, but I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm gettin' my cash in Motherfuckers wanna lock me up 'Cause I gangbang, smoke weed and don't give a fuck I bought my lil' football team a bus On the grind, tryna find time, lettin' real niggas shine Figaro, on the low, let these niggas know Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know When I came through the door, I bang with the four Motherfucker, I'ma bang with the O I'm in the Crippin' kitchen, spittin' to bitches Flippin' the switches, my niggas enrichment The real killas, guerrillas, wig splitters Heavy hitters, you dig it? Now trip A lot of niggas like to say what they gon' do But I'ma fuck with y'all, cuh, 'cause I want to A lot of people say it's bad for my health But I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'ma match for myself I stay fuckin' with y'all That is why I tell 'em, "No" Yeah, I won't be what you want me to Don't sleep on me if you see the Dogg is loose I hit my weed 'til we get to fog the roof D-O-G-G and me, from the East to the West side (West side) Hold up, wait a minute (Wait a minute) We gon' have to make this slap like I'm Jada Pinkett When I meet Will Smith, I'ma say, "Just listen" Man, I got a damn Snoop song so restraints are lifted So, yeah, but who am I? I could say a lot of things with some stupid rhymes (Uh-huh) But I'ma say that I'm a king and a fool combined Nobody else can keep me entertained like this (Hoo, hoo, hoo), I'm too sublime I do not beef, I stay in my business My own lane, can't be this cluttered with bitches If you're sane, you'll never be burnin' bridges With the Snoop Doggy Dogg and Mallokay, 'less you fit this (Fit this what?) Thick bitch, pause, no wait, let me flip this I don't know if you swing like some at the park with your kid shit (Whoosh) But even if not, I'ma need ya to tell the missus Mallo wants her to ride while we're at the park on his stick shift (Suck this dick, bitch) Twist it, all up in her ignition Why I love to piss people off? It's an addiction (Haha) Guess I'm R. Kelly, but in the sense that I'm sick enough For these bad bitches to drink out the cup I pissed in (Woo) Oh, I got my bag 'cause I figured this out, I figured this out So, I'm in the clouds lookin' down at you clowns and— That is why I tell 'em "No" Yeah, I won't be what you want me to Don't sleep on me if you see the Dogg is loose I hit my weed 'til we get to fog the roof D-O-G-G and me, from the East to the West side (West side) Yeah, that's the business, my nigga Matter of fact, that's the mandatory business Fuckin' with this real shit, man, the Bay area You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Who said that Dogg don't fuck with us?) Who said that Dogg wasn't fuckin' with y'all? (Who said that Dogg don't fuck with us?) They bullshittin', nigga (Who said that Dogg don't fuck with us?) You know, big Snoop Dogg Yee-yee For these bad bitches to drink out the cup I pissed in