Nat King Cole › Lyrics › Then I'll Be Tired of You

How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back?
To The Million March
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

Boogie boogie boogie, I'm goin 65, 75, 80
Mashin' down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fast lane, high beams shinin'
Tryna keep the timin' on the track with the diamond in the back

Moon roof wide open, scopin', loc'in'
The b****** believe, the hoe's keep hopin'
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Fo' hoe's on the block tryna put they bid in

Girl put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Hop in, 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'
Hoe's 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 hoe's in two

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
And you're caught up inside the five o'clock traffic jam
We gon' be takin' request right now at 877-52-SNOOP
Call the station namin' ya game

Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight s***
Man that motherfuckin' bangin' church

You see them pretty buttons on my stereo?
(Yeah, can I touch it?)
Don't touch 'em hoe
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mat
Pimpin' ain't dead, now sit the f*** back

I'm the man in charge, boss, my backhand is hard
Silky 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 out there that can slow my flow
My wheels cost a fortune, b**** I'm scorchin'
Seen some niggaz who love to talk s***
Reach for my thang in my glove compartment

Didn't have to use it, blasted my music
Kids in the streets askin', Doggy how I dooze it?
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Niggaz better watch out and b****** better move it

Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the move
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

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have the paper right
(Paper right)
And if you come back right then
We can boogie, boogie, boogie

Oh no, not the track of funk
I am Sir Dunk, DPG Funk
And I hate stoplight
I always ran to the next like a Minnie
I told you I wouldn't C Walk
Let me out, yarh

Half past late and I'm still rollin'
Real hoe'n, make a nigga pocket still swollen
Still goin', black and white tip toe'n
Flashin' my player's card
(Why you play so hard?)

'Cause I'ma Don, sippin' Moet, smokin' chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my loc's are on
Pimp from black red, brunette back to blonde
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn

Half tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out and spank that ass
Gettin' hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
My hoe's love to earn my keep

It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, flipped it in overdrive
Straight bonafide pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and f*** that stoplight