Snoop Dogg (What's My Name, Pt. 2) Lyrics

[Intro]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
(repeat x2)

[Snoop talks over Intro]
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha

(Snoop Dogg)
Me and my partner, in my Impala
Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars
A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
It's nada - thang on mine, bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent on it
As long as you're gettin what you paid for
That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for?

(chorus)
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?
Snoop Dogg
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
Snoop Dogg
You've got a girl lay her on her back
Snoop Dogg
Millionaire, makin that paper stack
Snoop Dogg

(Snoop)
You play me and I'll play you
You pay me and I'll pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This aint your thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin 'em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin
We be sippin, in the corner
With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard
Little mama don't you start

(chorus)

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
(x2)

(Snoop)
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock
But the party don't stop till we blow up
Now every little nigga wanna show up
Manuev'in to this, groovin to this
Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
Ain't no skippin to this, trust this
Bust this, it's too hot to touch this
He say, she say, I say no way
Don't need foreplay, ok, obey
Everything that I say
And every day'll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin backstreets

(chorus x2)

(Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade)
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i don't understand why there's no comments on this! if i had to sum up the year 2001 in songs, i'd pick this, 'get ur freak on', and 3 more.

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This song is so cool, no one does it like Snoop Dogg.

"Smoke till your eyes get cataracts", that line cracks me up everytime I hear it.

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"oh, your allowed to like it, it just means you have no brain either"

Nope, that's not what it means at all. It just means that I enjoy a style of music that you do not enjoy. It's no one's fault, and it certainly doesn't mean that anyone lacks a brain. In fact, I would contest that there's a good chance I'm more intelligent than you... although of course that's just speculation. Long story short: you're going to need a much more logical argument if you expect anyone to give a damn about your opinion. Next:

"Sure, not every song has to be "deep and meaningful", but I expect it to at least be coherent. Notice how nobody has attempted to decipher the meaning of this song? That's because it's so incoherent and random that it doesnt' have one at all."

No offense, but it's obvious that you don't know a thing about hip hop. What makes hip hop so great is the fact that anyone can do it. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can get on a mic and say whatever the hell they want to. Maybe it'll make sense, maybe it'll be nonsense. Maybe it'll be fun and uplifting, maybe it'll be hardcore and serious. As long as the beat is hot and it flows, it's all gravy. It's not about crafting a beautiful piece of songwriting, it's about skill and charisma. If this idea doesn't appeal to you, then by all means, listen to your rock records. But choosing to act like a snob because you don't like the music is only indicative of a crappy elitist personality. BTW, this is coming from a person who listens to many styles of music, from hip hop to soul to classic rock to IDM to indie rock. Long story short: your opinion isn't as wonderful or interesting as I'm sure you'd like it to be. Next:

"This song is stupid! A monkey could say "Drop it like its hott"! But yet....i like this song"

Yup, and that's exactly what's so great about it (and, of course, the beat is fire). Finally, someone who gets it. Huzzah to you, good sir.

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posted that^ in the wrong song, hehe. ignore.

this song is great too, though, of course =D