How else could you capture the world

If you don't attack from the back to the million march

Yo, Snoopadona, what?

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

I'm going 65, 75, 80

Mashing down the boulevard downtown

Moving like crazy in the fast lane, high beams shining

Trying to keep the timing on the track with the diamond in the back

Moon roof wide open, scopin' lockin'

The bitches believe, the hoes keep hopin'

The can get in, fit in, back seat, just sit in

Four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in

Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing

Happen to the rest of y'all, eat dirt

I'm rollin' in the Mack-mobile, I'm back for real

One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal

Back-wheel spinnin', number on, I'm winning

Hoes lookin' inside and they just grinnin'

Waitin' to choose while the rest wait to pay y'all dues

Don't trip I keep my hoes in two

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

You see them pretty buttons on my stereo?

Don't touch 'em, ho

You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mat?

Pimpin' ain't yeah, now sit the fuck back

I'm the man in charge, boss, my backhand is horse

Silky slim, man, I'm large

Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'

Shoe my do' and if not it's ho, bye, go

Ain't a ho after I can slow my flow

My wheels cost a fortune, bitch, I'm scorching

Seen some **** who love to talk shit

Reach for my thing and my glove compartment

Didn't have to use it, flashed in my music

Kids in the streets askin', Doggy, how I dooze it?

First place in the race and don't wanna lose it

**** better watch out and bitches better move it

Yeah, baby, you gots to move your groove

To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon

As I recite naughty nothing's in yo' eardrums

If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car

Put it in park and let the dog spark, yeah, baby

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight

I gotta have the paper right

And if you come back right then we can boog it

Half past late and I'm still rollin'

Real hoein', make a ****'s pocket still swollen

Still going, black and white, tip-toein'

Flash in my player's card, why you play so hard? 'Cause I'm a Don

Sippin Moet, smoking chron'

Doggy wanna see that dress, my locks are on

Pimp from black-red, brunette back to blonde

Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn

Half tank of gas, rollin' down the window, reach out to spank that ass

Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street

My hoes love to earn my keep

It's only five miles left, so I whipped it

Skipped it, flipped it in overdrive

Straight bonafide, pimp **** on the rise

85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight