Snoop Dogg Drop It (Remix) Feat. Jay-Z, Pharell Lyrics

[Hook]: [Pharell]
Spin around ma
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spendin money mang
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spin around mommy Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
I got the rollie on my arm
And I'm pourin saun dan
And I roll the best weed
'Cause I got it goin on

[Verse: 1 - Pharrell]
No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching
Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen
You n____s is scratchin, my n____s is itchen
Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons"
Yes, n____, P stands for polish
None of y'all is x__xxx with he, and this is obvious
I'm Ron Artest, layin down to your garbage
While my n____s in the street pushin x__x like Ben Wallace
And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands
These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man
I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio
Everything is grandï¿½ nothing is poquito
Securitys behind me, with the torpedo
'Cause the wrist stay frigid
How you say it? Frï¿½o
Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill
And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el

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[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops
All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op
Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh
Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot
But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock
Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op
Too much pizzas for these p___-a__ n____s to get past
Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-a__
Snitch-a__ they made, they can't get the boy
These n____s givin' out cases like a liquore store
Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for it
All the money it made, I'm like forget the law
I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed
Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down)
Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. tell ya lawyer
"Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot"

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[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]
((World Wide))
International, nah I'm universal
But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials?
With them big wheels, yeah cuz you do it big
I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is
I never fake the funk, n____s know I ain't no punk
They want beef? Yeah cuz, pop the trunk
We go all the way, we do it lifesize
Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side
Yeah, and she protecting my interest
Now I'm on the move they got me hoppin' these fences
Ay little homie your defence is defencless
A pimp apprentice
Now come here princess (Come here, come here)
I know ya tired of the chit-chatter
It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter
I check money, check n____s, check b____es
Now drop it like you x__ on swit-ches [Ziip]

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