DON'T FIGHT THE FEELING

Don't fight the feelin' move, move out on the floor We, we can give you All, all the funk you want Hey, let me see you Hey, let me see some more Shake, shake your boody Make, make me loose control You know we moving, we groovin' we smokin', we drinkin' we dippin' we flippin' we tippin' we talkin' we walkin', we bouncin' we bussin', discussin' Big things got the good game I know hoochies, chickens homies, snitches pimps, killers, and big butt bitches Fakers, cake-bakers LA Lakers I only fuck with real niggas money-makers, ya dig! Shit, here it come again, back it up mack rollin' with the thick piece Me, Soopa, big cheek Pimpin' mackin' smokin' and slappin' Talkin' rappin', get up on this action Ho's that slap better, bitch I'm that nigga Not to fuck with Why don't you make a buck flip Give it to poppie, get back and work that body Do it with class, and don't be sloppy Travelin' handlin', business, riches Always about that money, and we vicious on bitches Niggas, try to fuck around, we put 'em in stitches It don't get better than this I got Moet, no Cris... When I'm in the whip man, I burn my rubber But when I get mad, Snoop I pop my rubber A girl tried to pop my rubber I told her like Mike to Billy Jean You are not my lover The one time I shot my lover Popped my lover Plead insanity said for God I love her So come check me out, if you shot for butter I got weight now, have too many blocks to cover Other than that, don't ask me nothing about the white Range Cause it's not in your price range Iced chains, nice things So why rhyme? I got money if a late girl buy time, nice dimes For yo fiends, you're all being loved Coke, crack, dope, smack All of the above Lo-jack, pro blacks, all we got are thugs Roll up for hold ups, all you get is slugs... You know we moving, we groovin' we smokin', we drinkin' we dippin' we flippin' we tippin' we talkin' we walkin', we bouncin' we bussin', discussin' Big things got the good game I know hoochies, chickens homies, snitches pimps, killers, and big butt bitches Fakers, cake-bakers LA Lakers I only fuck with real niggas money-makers, ya dig! Wow what would this be without a lady That looks good and down to get crazy That's my baby, you know she don't pridday Come on Lady Mizzay Say-say, what you sizzay I see the big picture, the big figures, big riches with Nine inches with a crew of Jig bitches Half-vicious, ambitious, mad riches Black 6's cruise by with Sachs 5th's Hit the spa, full body massage Twist up the herbs, with the Big Snoop Dogg I like travelers checks, and AmEx cards Fuck it, spend dough like a hip-hop star Penthouses, French pools, fish tanks with my battacudas Canopy bed where I'm in the nude May West, fuck a nigga brainless Goose pillow, double deuse stainless Prima Donna, with Gabana On some bitch shit ike Madonna Strike a pose, Whoa... You want a ten, nigga I'm a dozen One look at Lady May, say goodbye to your husband Don't fight the feelin' move, move out on the floor We, we can give you All, all the funk you want Hey, let me see you Hey, let me see some more Shake, shake your boody Make, make me loose control Yeah, Doggy Style 2002 All Stars Gotta give a shout out to my main man Cam'Ron for flowin' up in here Soopafly Lady May Nate Dizzle And I'm the big Snoop D-O double Gizzle Fa Shizzle...