Another episode of a doggy dog tale, you know me well, you know I'm coming by the smell. I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air, party people wave your hands like you just don't care, equip your enthusiasm. Pen and paper, money maker, let the beat rock. Let me put you up on this nigga from the east side. This nigga born ready, serve a nigga even with the pen off the head. This nigga flow is dead, where he at? Right here, Snoop Dogg, I'm with the G-Chap, play something, let me fuck you up, just put this freestyle. For sure, but let's make a real record with real effort, cause my pen game is lethal cyanide mixed with ego. Spit nothing but them hits out, the chronic put the world up on this shit, Snoopy been about. I wrote it down, need a backup, called the hounds, I'm worldwide, you know the voice, you know the sound. Painted like Picasso, my spot on top of the charts, you ain't fucking with the dog, I do this shit every day. I don't play with this here, just look at my resume, I'm probably pimp of the year, that's what all the players say. My smooth tone, reppin' for the blue zone, Crip shit, for niggas to get they groove on. I tell my street life glory, in a east side story, I got that hall of fame pen game, nigga ain't shit changed, still leave you niggas ass stout like Ben Raims. Ever since I started, I been all about big thangs, Crip it, curve it, flip it and serve it, I'm at your service, so don't get nervous. These are words coming from the dog, and everything I do is lit, yes sir. Hopped in, ride along, tryna get my party on, call my nigga Leon, let's go bust that bitch. La-di-da-di, Snooki's in the party, smokin' that yes sir, the best service, good for everybody, get some players in the house, if you see him, point him out, put up in that Bentley with my nigga Leon Black, with me, that's simply two layers of Mac and all you bitches, like true players. What do you mean with my baby daddy? Bitch, who cares? We came to make the party crack, no games, I'm in the party strap, Snoop Dogg is black, now where the party at? Pop that champagne bottle, we goin' up full throttle, don't matter wherever Snoopie go, these hoes gon' follow, glasses up, we toastin', backwoods, I'm smokin', VIP, I'm postin', eenie, meenie, miney, you know where to find me, with a cute face, bitch, big ass and waist tiny, I got em' lined up like tic-tac-toe, that's three in a row, an exotic bitch, a snow bunny and me and your ho, we all up in the club, livin' our best life, Black gave a nigga thumbs, nigga like, that's right, hit the dance floor with some twins, they was close friends, back that ass up, she said, grab it with both hands, now players do what players do, you know the dog know sugar coatin', I state the truth, I make the rules, grip it, curve it, flip it and serve it, I'm at your service, now don't get nervous, another episode of a doggy dog tale, you know me well, you know I'm comin' by the smell, I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air, party people wave your hands like you just don't care, grip your enthusiasm, yeah, say what, grip your enthusiasm, okay, like that, say what, grip your enthusiasm, like that, yeah, grip your enthusiasm, uh