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Låttexter: Silkk The Shocker. My World, My Way. Pop Lockin'.

Hey yo, Snoop, tell Xzibit and Dre to be havin'
That thing bumpin' when I come out there
That's funky Soopafly, Big Snoop Dogg
Silkk the Shocker ain't No Limit to this
2000 gangsta shit, west west y'all
It's my second home, Snoop tell 'em what's up

The gangstas bang, do that damn thang
Me and my nephew, Dogghouse keep it true
Roll that weed, pass that drank
Holla at your nigga, baby bring your thang

You could shake what you got, get your pussy real hot
Jump in the 'gator we could slide to my speezot
Just keep it on leezy, I know it ain't easy
You bucket mouth breezy

Silkk this bitch cute, thick and all that
(Damn)
Why must I, chase the cat if you was me
(Me)
And I was you
(You)
You'd probably floss on a nigga, burnin' rubber in a 52

Most bitches do, and most niggaz do too
In the land where it's all about the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
And smoke out the whole motherfuckin' scenery

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' at the Holiday Inn

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' with all my friends

It's that West Coast way we're livin'
(Money, cars, weed, bitches)
It's that West Coast way we're livin'
(From the south to the west)
It's that West Coast way we're livin'
(Money, cars, weed, bitches)
It's that West Coast way we're livin'

Why must I, be like that
With them [unverified] tux, draped in all black
Takin' back like the pop lockin' [unverified] gold suits
Bangin' back in the day just to get a lil' jucie

Fuck the trus' 'cause we can get cripped out crazy
Blast on all you suckas, went to throw away 380
Fuck around get found up in a dumpster somewhere
'Cause them south side, east side gangstaz don't care

Nigga I won't, fool you don't
(Know you don't)
He fuckin' with no niggaz more gangsta than me
Tell him the truth loc, 120 proof outs the sun roof
Throwin' up the motherfuckin' [unverified]

Tru Tank Doggs fuckin' with Bigg Snoop Dogg
Soopafly to keep them high so they could come out there draws
What you player hatin' perpetrator niggaz make me mad
So I'm mad off you suckas and my pants never sag

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' at the Holiday Inn

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' with all my friends

It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, you know who we bring
No Limit and Dogghouse, ain't nothin' but a G thang
You know, we think to win
Y'all think money's soft, nah y'all better think again

'Cause if ain't about money, then why would I bother?
If she ain't keepin' it real, then why would I holla?
'Til she come swim by the crib with the house, come with the lake
Eat as much as you want to as long as you know
What come with the plate

On my lap a fo' five, in the trunk, keep a K
In the deck P, Snoop, Biggie, Pac, fool just keep up Dre
And the heat I got on me, always gotta ride with it
I don't spend money, fool I spend money 'cause I can, die with it

Project nigga, huh, get my work on
Host MTV with a Eastsidaz shirt on
Ghetto like that, you know how we live
On the east it's 6 feet, on the West it's three wheels

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' at the Holiday Inn

Pop lockin' in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop lockin' at the Howard Johnson, the Sheraton
Pop lockin' with all my friends

Soopafly, No Limit, my nigga Xzibit, Bad Azz, Eastsidaz Gang
Doggy's Angels, Dogg Pound and Damian Young
Cube, Westside, my nigga Marv, what up Eminem?
Silkk the Shocker baby and Bigg Snoop Dogg, Bow-wow
It's another one of those Dogghouse, No Limit, Soopafly
Somethin' for your ear