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Lyrics by: Snoop Dogg
# Debut Chart
19 Sep '98 Hot 100
16 Sep '98 R&B

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Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well, how ya been where ya been and what it look like My game trump tight especially when it bump like Four DPGs gettin' crazy And No Limit is the label that pays me Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie And I remember what my mama showed me Told me game recognize game And stay true to what ya do and don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder How I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthaf@#$a I fall to my knees and thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gang-bang See life ain't nothin' but a twist anyway b@#$ anyway You can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know and P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers And the b@#$es, f@#$ you R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low In a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean Bangin' that real s@#$ nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB Forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bulls@#$ And when it's time for the gunfight, nigga, pull quick 'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us And nigga you'll get wet up for f@#$in with my cheddar It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater And that bad b@#$ you f@#$in with Nigga, she get ya set up Boy, you done put all ya trust in that h@# Didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro Livin' in a tight house big as the White House You f@#$ed around and stuck ya d@#$ in that white b@#$ mouth What you talkin' 'bout, fool I'm dirty like the South And to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the h@# stroll highway pimp patrol Put ya cuffs on ya girl, nigga, let her off parole Man, nigga, way cold with his game What's his muthaf@#$in name, who me I'm the capital S I don't f@#$ with stress N double O-P D-O muthaf@#$in double G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin'

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