Snoop Dogg - Hold Up

High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Slangin' my-, bangin' my-, swangin' my Coupe de Ville Scoop DeVille Like that, right back, top of the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin' under water like I'm Aquaman I used to drink gin, now it's vodka, man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand' I'll pop yo band, don't try and stop the plan I'll rock your land, step back and pop yo man Spaced out, caked out, no bug-a-boo Flipped out, Cripped out, nigga, what it really do? Time brings change, so I changed my name Tryna take flight while they clippin' my wings Groupie ass niggas, see you tripping again With nothing to gain, plop plop, pop and I bang Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Ain't tryna act up, don't wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up (aye back up) Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up (back up) Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up 30 days later, I'm back on the streets Got a batch of bomb beach, shit I'm trying to eat Feet to the pavement, money, I'm cravin' it What about the bitches Dogg? Are you savin' 'em? Can a blind man see? (No) Can a shark survive outta water for a week? (No) A snitch is a snitch if he solemnly speak I don't know near nothin', I'm a product of the Beach To each his own, hard as stone Lot of y'all niggas 'bout as hard as foam Dead wrong, tryin' to sneak Tamika the phone Step back nephew or feel the heat of the chrome G-ma and PawPaw and the heat of my comb Plate full of shit nigga, I never eat it alone Heat it alone, then I put the weed in the bong Step back at the feet of my throne motherfucker Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Ain't tryna act up, don't wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up (aye back up) Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up (back up) Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up Cinematic, right back at it Talk the walk and walk 'bout that static I am the extra dramatic When he popped back, everybody scattered, didn't matter Hmm, I was there from the get-go Movin' heavy weights, Klitschko Rookies and cookies from 'Frisco Put 'em in a box, Nabisco We the funk that killed disco I showed you how to go and get this dough And I'm the reason why you're fuckin' with this ho But don't thank me, that's how the shit go It's still banging Crypto from the intro Nigga what they hidden fo'? Hol' up, who is that tryin' to come through? Step back and get mic checked, one, two Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Ain't tryna act up, don't wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up (aye back up) Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up (back up) Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Ain't tryna act up, don't wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up (aye back up) Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up (back up) Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up

Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Coolest of the cool, I'm the goddamn man Heater so hot need a goddamn fan Everybody want gangsta, suckas don't live it 'Til they talkin' through that glass like,? See you in a minute'? That's not the Bigg Boss Dogg I've been in it since a youngin', I'm a Eastside hogg 21st Street ridin', rollin' with my partners Hat to the back in a rag spillin' vodka Stompin' through the city in my big blue Chuck's Lil' homies on the corner not givin' a fuck So I chunked up the set like what's happenin' with you Shit I just do what I do, I'm just stackin' it too Is what he said to a loc as I dipped on out Or as we say on the Eastside, you cripped on out See the sunshine and palm trees, livin' it up Don't forget the block boys givin' it up, where you from loc? Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from For the rules of the game, represent your shit Flag around the steering collar makin' 'em sick Shoot, the L.B. made me, gangbang for real If ya made it through the '80s I'm a product of the shady Snoop D O Doub', it's what I does I'm worldwide love, the homies is like 'cuz Stuck to the script and kept claimin' the team They love it when I chunk it on the TV screen Like a, Boss would do, how the fuck could you Deny my gangsta, haters in my rearview All around the world they respectin' a G Overseas they respectin' the C, that's on me I did it like I did it, mayne Uh, if you ain't did it you ain't did a thang Uh, you come through you better holler at me You need beats you better holler at P now put your sets up Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers right where you from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from Show me where you're from

Who ride? (We ride!) Who ride? (We ride!) Who ride? (We ride!) On three "We ride" One two three (we ride) One two three (we ride) One two three (we ride) Beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Yeah, beat up on yo' pads Ha ha (steelers Steelers) Yeah, beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads You love football? Well beat up on yo' pads If you down with Snoop Dogg go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads If you're runnin the ball then speed up on 'em fast Ain't no need to play with 'em, go on beat up on yo' pads They bang every Saturday and Sunday loc SYFL, man it ain't no joke Helmets and shoulder pads, ain't no bulletproof vests See ain't too many options on the wild wild West See I've been blessed, so I guess that I can give back Football in the hood dog, you dig that I brought the demos back and that's just one I'm in Pomona with the Steelers, come and get some Want some'n bad enough take it Them runningbacks dippin, cuttin and shakin, you ain't gettin none Inside-out, hit the eight gap I love it when they say that who's house? C house, G house, P house, D house Well, we house wherever we go, blowin 'em out Lettin 'em know, never know that you could shine It's all for the kids and plus they havin a good time And as long as I live I'ma stay doin positive and helpin the kids So when you see me on the football field "I need to holla at you Doggy Dogg!" Homie chill (chill nigga!) Now what you need to do is read up on my past 'Fore I have my little homies go and beat up on yo' ass Matter fact, little homie go and beat up on yo' pads Show 'em how we get out ball on, beat up on yo' pads Yeah, go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go ahead and beat up on yo' pads If you a, ball player, then beat up on yo' pads SYFL, homie beat up on yo' pads Yeah, go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go and beat up on yo' pads Aw yeah, beat up on yo' pads Ain't nuttin to it but to do it, beat up on yo' pads-pads Yeah, go on and beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Celebratin just beat up on yo' pads All in together now just beat up on yo' pads Yeah, go on beat up on yo' pads All you football players go on and beat up on yo' pads All in together now, c'mon y'all Go on beat up on yo', beat up on yo', beat up on yo' pads-pads For all my little homies in the Snoop Youth Football League Yeah, you know Coach Snoop love y'all Ain't nuttin to it but to do it, uh For all my future NFL stars (yeah) Yeah from the SYFL to high school (get it) On to college, on to the big leagues That's what it does Yeah (run little homies, run run little homies, run!) For the kids man, it's for the kids man! It's for the kids, hold on hold, back up

How else could you capture the world If you don't attack from the back To the million march... hehehehe (Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?) 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 goin 65, 75, 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane, I've been shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track With the diamond in the back Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin 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 gon' 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-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin 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 gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin ya game... Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin baggin church 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 Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the fuck back I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse Simple slim, man I'm large Mashin 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 scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang and my tough compartment Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music 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 gots 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 Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo 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 hoein, make a nigga pocket still swollin Still goin, black and white tip-toein' Flash in my playa's car (why you play so hard?) cuz I'ma Don Sippin Moet, smokin Chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin 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 ovedrive Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight