"Stoplight" as written by and J S Theracon Jim Vitti....
How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it (echoes)
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it (echoes)

[Snoop Dogg]
Boggy, boggy, boogy,
I'm going 65, 75, 80
Mashing down the boulevard downtown moving like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping, locking
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
They can get it, 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, 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 winning
Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinning
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two


Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the four o'clock traffic jam
We goin' be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station naming ya game,
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfucking bagging church

[Snoop Dogg]
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorching
Seen some niggas who love to talk shit
Reach for my thing and my tough compartment
Dipnap the 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
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

[Chorus: x2]

Oh, no
Tot that track you phone
I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck
And I hate Stoplight
I always make to the next ?McMany?
I told you right I wouldn't see-Walk
Light me out

[Snoop Dogg]
Half past late and I'm still rolling
Real hoeing, make a nigga pocket still swolling
Still going, black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my player's car (why you play so hard?) 'cause I'ma Don
Sipping Moet, smoking Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimping black-red, who let bag to blunt
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
Half tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct 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, lifted it and overdrive
Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight

Lyrics submitted by ruben

"Stoplight" as written by David Drew Bootsy Collins


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