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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Nancy Fletcher
Nancy Fletcher
Vocals
Dat Nigga Daz
Dat Nigga Daz
Vocals
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Edwin Birdsong
Edwin Birdsong
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Julio “Protoolio” Uloa
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my ****, Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little something like this
[Verse 1]
Lodi dodi, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some **** who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic, right
For all my dogs keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy condition in
Which we create, 'cause that's our mission
[Verse 2]
So, listen close to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands upon a cup
And said, "Uhm, mirror mirror, on the wall
Who is the top dawg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the file for my fingernails
[Verse 3]
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white socks with my all-blue Chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, "Oh, no"
I went back in, "I forgot my Indo"
Then I dilly, dally, I ran through a alley
I bumped into this smoker named Sally from the Valley
This was a girl playin' hard to get
So I said, "What's wrong?" 'Cause she looked upset
She said, uhm
[Bridge]
"It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much, you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me"
[Verse 4]
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I said, "Uhm, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps, then says to me, "Hi"
Decked Sally in the face, and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly, and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong, I said, "What was going on?"
I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either"
She grabbed me closely, by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, uhm, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin' on my shoes and grabbin' my dick
And sayin'
[Verse 5]
"Why don't you give me a play?
So we can break it down the Long Beach way
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see?
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dog, your love is here to stay"
[Verse 6]
And on and on and on, she kept goin'
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "Cheer up," so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you, bitch"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin'
I says, "I'm nineteen," she says, "Stop lyin'"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Tick-tock, ya don't stop
And to the
Ah, tick-tock, and ya don't quit
Yeah, tick-tock and ya don't stop
And to the
Ah, tick-tock, and ya don't quit
Bi-atch
Written by: Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.
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