Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Performer
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Musician
Bun B
Bun B
Musician
Super Ced
Super Ced
Programming
Aaron "A-Game" Brunson
Aaron "A-Game" Brunson
Programming
Dustin Hess
Dustin Hess
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Composer
Bun B
Bun B
Composer
Brandon Matthews
Brandon Matthews
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B Don
B Don
Producer
Marcus Rutledge
Marcus Rutledge
Engineer
Chris Jackson
Chris Jackson
Recording Engineer
Marq Moody
Marq Moody
Recording Engineer
Super Ced
Super Ced
Co-Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at'em nephew. Ya digg! Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Step on the scene, make the haters say dammit. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hottest rapper on the planet. Ya' girl love me and I know you can't stand it. Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanin'. Ya' girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo. Soulja number one but I ain't talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss I'm the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth, Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out, Nigga what you talking about, snoop dogg walk it out, Go to work, do the jerk, do it till your head hurt We the west, just the turf, known throughout the universe Superman and Kyptonite all on the same mic Send us some bad bitches like Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Mic check 0 1 2 3, I don't freestyle cuz my style ain't free! Lyrical criminal most have battled for national, Soulja no limit but im not talking bout Master P I'm in my tour bus a lot and groupies in back of me Every photoshoot, interview, video, shoot a magazine My flow, quick, can lay you quicker than the fuckin' swine flu Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore All black hooded up, nigga we can get it up Ya, you can set it up cuz we will neva let it up And I'll do it till you get enough, and i beat you dead and red and stuff What it do, what it is, I see you haven't read enough This is the life I chose for me and this is the way I chose to be A lot of fools is holding me but that's just the way it's supposed to be Never win, against the grain, always playing 20 games Stand for something dawg or you gonna fall for anything but later for that Yeah, I got my swag back, I'm with the Soulja Boy, that nigga bad, back But them GCs and TCs begin the VIP, blowin on some liquor, purple trees Jerkin knees, workin these cute bad bitches I think they bent their knees, we gonna get them for their cheese Break it down, spread it round, five pound Put it in the air, right now like pronto Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money sittin' small. Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I'm callin up my boyz, they're gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching 35, 000 feet Hope you're enjoying your ride through Wonderland I am your flight attendant Boss Lady Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright position And please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop Thanks for flying the friendly skies with your friendly captain Snoop D-O-double-G aka The Homey"
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Deandre Way, Brandon Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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