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[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]I took two nickels and made a dime out itI took two words and made a rhyme out itIt's hard to explain it, but I did it while I'm taintedSteady rippin' while I'm crippin', dip the shine outI check my rear viewI tip it down a little, just to get a clear viewI got the pigs on me, I got the dips on emSo I slide, swerve, and try to dip on emMake a smooth getaway, so cleanMy windows smoke green, my endo super supremeWhen the lights hit the bitch that shit turns greenBut in the daytime, that motherfucker whip cream[Hook: Terrace Martin]My coup baby blueAye Snoop, what it do?Aye Quik, where it's at?Kurupt start the 'LacSo we can bounce, rock, rollerskate andDippin' down the shore on platinum ???[Verse 2: Terrace Martin]My eyes like a strobe light, won't stop blinkingBrains like a stop sign, I can't stop thinkingTen shots of PatronSongtexteFall back at the mouth, now you know it's onLex pass my cellphone, so I can hit Big Snoop and QuikStroll to the valley cause it's time to dipAnd the DJ didn't already play our shit[Verse 3: DJ Quik]A little bit of Quik is worth all you've gotLife is like a pussy, you should you a shotMy foot is in my pool behind my big ass cribCaptain Morgen Spiced Rum, no coke, mister pimpWhen there ain't a menage on the back of my spotBad bitches just lounging, only bottoms, no braPonytail on my neck, who do I think I am?Reggae music is blasting, eight is down to a gramNow let's go to your hood, MTV playin' jamsNiggas wearin' your couch down, wishing they were I amYou're the colour of money, and your weed looks like AutumnAnd the pockets on your jeans look like they did when you bought emI feel you nigga, I hate me tooI wish you could make these bossy player moves that I doI'm exotic, I'm eccentric, I'm erotic relentlessAnd if Snoop Dogg is the king then you know who the prince isNow crown me the QuiknessTerrace Martin, Kurupt Young Gotti, now this is senselessWho in the world would've thought that we would do this?Know what I think?I think your counter-free rapper-printer is all out of inkYou missed the glory daysNot to be told when the story's phasedCut you in the daysChickens open up their legs and give me all their eggsBlame them and blame meAnd fuck it for that sanctity and hopin' I done pull out when I came[Hook][Verse 4: Kurupt]You call that swag? I call that jagSnatch off with a couple scuffles, chickens, and duffle bagsMathematician calculating ounces and gramsMiami the Amityville, skittles and candymenHigh off of all types; the vikes to the sandsYeah, hunna stunna, the manish candymanWhat up? The iron in any handCrush em like soda cansAroma or green the tan as the kush burns manThe bird in the hand and some urine in the bushFricking seeing these Vaseline bunny rappin' rabbitsIt's a habbit[Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania