Walk Away

Yeah, nigga I'm a rock star

Yeah yeah

Rock rock rock star

I'm a rock star

Pitbull off the leash

Rollin' through your back door

Naw nigga you lose

Hands in the air

Motherfucker, don't move

Uhh, so groove with this

So cool, old school, so groove with this

Hands up to the ceiling, now you feelin' the fillin'

Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker

Killin' and willin', dealin'

Full fillin'

In the coup with the motherfuckin' heat in the stash

In the fast lane, talkin' on the chit phone

Now we gettin' mo' cheese

And we do it overseas

Uhh, bring it back to the other side

Roll to the other side

On a whole 'nother vibe

She said, close the door

Get with the program, lay it down easy

All she wanna do is? on me

Word to the DJ

Seems I'm always seen with the C with the dope

Yo, get it smoke

Yeah, this could be all that you've been wantin' to see

Me, D-O-Double G

I do it to y'all 'cause I'm so way OG

A little nigga said he wanna be like me

Honestly, modestly, tattooed chronically

Time make a body

Maybe kick it like Bruce Lee

Reading the Quran

Chilling in my goofy

Sipping on a smoothie

Watching my movie

Nigga won't you see

Try to introduce me

A motherfucker tried to spoof me

Goofy, goofy

Bitch, I'm Snoopy

Wooptie, wooptie, wooptie

Picking up daisies

Niggas is so fugazzi

I keep my porch light on

'Cause i'm bad to the bone and I rock and I roll

Walk out with my cock out

Just like a rock star

Kick rocks, pop like a pop tart

Why you ridin' in the cop car?

Nigga, you get dropped hard

Mother fuck a pop star

Nigga, groove with that

Make a muthafucka, just groove with that

Yeah, rap niggas gotta groove with that

Make a nigga wanna move

And just groove with that

Where do we go?

I'm a rebel rockstar

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

I'm a, uh-oh?

Where do we go?

Shame on a nigga!

Shame on a nigga

Catch a nigga on the corner

Wanna be up on em

Say, "Easy goin"

Tryna strike him out twice

Wasn't nothing nice

Shot him like dice

Took his lawyer's advice

Move out the hood

Say he wanna rearrange us

Can't even hang around a fucking gang banger

Pigs on a nigga ass

Wanted me to snitch

Showin' me flicks

Nigga, ain't that a bitch?

My whole life, I bad

Your whole life, you sad

Walk like a man, that's my brand new thang

Thirty-six years, little homie off change

And now you wanna say I'm in the game

So you wanna lock me up and strap me up in chains

Nah, I'm too slick for that

Can't get wit' that

Mo' dick wit' that

I won't stand for that

Won't go back wit' her

You can put that on your pig transmitter

Turn it up to the four, to the five

To the death, to the life

To the?, to the side

Yeah, to the rough, to the fly

To the brothers on the corner sellin' pies for the mice

Yeah, to the girls, to the guys

To my homies on the rise

Snoop Dogg enterprise, nigga

Where do we go?

I'm a rebel rockstar

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

I'm a, uh-oh?

Where do we go?

Remember

The?

The?

Walk away

The?

The lights

The?

Walk away

The red light

The mood

The? force

Walk away

The number

The light

The, force

Walk away

The?

The lights

The rumble

Walk away