From tha Chuuuch to da Palace Songtext
von Snoop Dogg feat. Pharrell
From tha Chuuuch to da Palace Songtext
Bam, boom, what you gon′ do, cuz?
Guess who rollin' in, with them baby blue chucks?
And i′ve still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets
It′s the s-n-double-o-p′n
Biggest dogg of 'em all, and youse a flea′n
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you motherfuckers like busta-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in god we trust
And can't none of y′all fuck with us
But you can run up on the g, but that's not thinkin′ wisely
These thrillers are "contagious", just like Ron Isley
What the hell is goin on? someone's sleepin' in my home
Snoop to the d-o-double g (uh-huh)
Get in where you fit in, follow me (ooh)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keeps the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
I do it for the g′s and I do it for the hustlers
Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters
Eff the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The world is fuckin' chilly as if his name was usher
But I′m still ridin' them ′llacs, makin them g stacks
And got them cornrows to the back
I ain't really tryin′ to be picky
But if you give me something, it's got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, low-low bouncin'
Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin′ on my couch and
Ooh to the ouch and, moet fountain
That′s how we get down at the doggy dogg house
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the doggy dogg palace
With a car fulla bitches cooking grits like Alice (ooh!)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keeps the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they're riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they′re riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they're riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they′re riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Take two and pass it. it will not burn you
From the long beach chronicles to the wall street journal
They all know the g with the cutlass coupe
Ask Bill Gates, ("Yeah I know the homie snoop")
Yeah, I'm straight loc'n, hangin′ wit my folk and
Follow Rakim cause "I ain′t no joke" and
Cuz, i done seen so much (like what?)
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies, but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathing, have his soul relievin'
And now you niggas believe in
What I say cause what I say is so real
Homie you don′t wanna see the steel!
You don't wanna catch a body, you came here to party
Now that′s what you should do, now where's my baby boo? (ooh!)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
Yeah, no introduction, is needed
But for those who still, refuse to accept
The reading on the wall, for the new mack-Millenium
This is the archbishop don magic Juan
Chairman of the board, of famous players everywhere
And I'm puttin' it down with big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The king player, my friend, you friend
The l.b.c. savior!
Also known, in this new mack-Millenium, as da boss
Guess who rollin' in, with them baby blue chucks?
And i′ve still got my khakis creased
I'm still loc'n on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets
It′s the s-n-double-o-p′n
Biggest dogg of 'em all, and youse a flea′n
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you motherfuckers like busta-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in god we trust
And can't none of y′all fuck with us
But you can run up on the g, but that's not thinkin′ wisely
These thrillers are "contagious", just like Ron Isley
What the hell is goin on? someone's sleepin' in my home
Snoop to the d-o-double g (uh-huh)
Get in where you fit in, follow me (ooh)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keeps the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
I do it for the g′s and I do it for the hustlers
Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters
Eff the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The world is fuckin' chilly as if his name was usher
But I′m still ridin' them ′llacs, makin them g stacks
And got them cornrows to the back
I ain't really tryin′ to be picky
But if you give me something, it's got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, low-low bouncin'
Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin′ on my couch and
Ooh to the ouch and, moet fountain
That′s how we get down at the doggy dogg house
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the doggy dogg palace
With a car fulla bitches cooking grits like Alice (ooh!)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keeps the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they're riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they′re riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they're riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Three 14-inch rims are running on the side
(they′re riding on the side?) yeah they running on the side!
Take two and pass it. it will not burn you
From the long beach chronicles to the wall street journal
They all know the g with the cutlass coupe
Ask Bill Gates, ("Yeah I know the homie snoop")
Yeah, I'm straight loc'n, hangin′ wit my folk and
Follow Rakim cause "I ain′t no joke" and
Cuz, i done seen so much (like what?)
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies, but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop breathing, have his soul relievin'
And now you niggas believe in
What I say cause what I say is so real
Homie you don′t wanna see the steel!
You don't wanna catch a body, you came here to party
Now that′s what you should do, now where's my baby boo? (ooh!)
Who′s the man with that dance? (Snoop Dogg)
Who keep the khakis for all his pants? (Snoop Dogg)
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance (Snoop Dogg)
Still got the "gin and juice" in hand (Snoop Dogg)
Yeah, no introduction, is needed
But for those who still, refuse to accept
The reading on the wall, for the new mack-Millenium
This is the archbishop don magic Juan
Chairman of the board, of famous players everywhere
And I'm puttin' it down with big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The king player, my friend, you friend
The l.b.c. savior!
Also known, in this new mack-Millenium, as da boss
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Calvin Cordazor Broadus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
