Stoplight - Snoop Dogg
How else could you capture the world
if you don't attack from the back
To the rear march... hehehehe
(Yo, Snoopadellic, what??)
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have my paper right
If you come back right then we can boogie
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have my paper right
If you come back right then we can boogie
Boggy, boggy, boogy...
I'm goin 65, 75, 80
Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, high beams shinin
Tryna keep the timin on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on the block tryna put their bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Hop in, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the ＂Mackmobile＂, I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin
Hoes lookin' inside, and they justa 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
boogie, boogie, boogie
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
And if you come back right then we can
boogie, boogie, boogie
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the five o'clock traffic jam
We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station namin ya game...
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfuckin baggin church
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo?
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, Boss my backhand is hard
Silky slim, man I'm large
Mashin so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my dough, and if not it's home I go
Ain't a hoe out there that can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin
Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang in my glove compartment
Didn't have to use it, blastin' in my music
Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it
Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
Put it in park and let the dogg 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
boogie, boogie, boogie
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
And if you come back right then we can
boogie, boogie, boogie
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
And if you come back right then we can
boogie, boogie, boogie
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
And if you come back right then we can
boogie, boogie, boogie
Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo
Not the track of funk
I am Sir Dunk, DPG Buck
And I hate Stoplights
I always mack to the next Mackallenium
I told you I wouldn't C-Walk
Let me out, hahahaha!
Half past late and I'm still rollin
Real hoein, make a nigga pockets still swollin
Still goin, black and white tip-toein'
Flashin my playa's card cuz I'ma Don
Sippin Moet, smokin Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimpin 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 and 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 nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight
