Stoplight (Edited)

When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy, boggy, boogy... I'm going 65, 75, 80 Mashing down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, high-beams shining Tryna 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 tryna put their bid in Girl, put it to work, you gonna 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-spinning, 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'clok traffic jam We gonna be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop 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 thang and my glove compartment Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music 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 baggin church 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 got 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 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 C-Walk Light me out, hahahaha! Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoeing, make a nigga pocket still swollin Still going, black and white tip-toein' Flash in my player's car (why you play so hard?) cause I'm a Don Sippin 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