Big Snoop Dogg Can you be my doctor? Can you fix me up? Can you wipe me down?
So I can make you give it up give it up Until you say my name Like a Jersey Jersey shuttin′ down the game
Be my head coach So you can... And never take me out Till you can taste the way Do it again, and again till you say my name
And by the way I′m so glad I just wanna make you sweat [x2] I wanna make you sweat I just wanna make you sweat I wanna make you sweat Sweat, sweat
Can you, can you get me up like I′m late for my first class So I can give it to you rough like a first draft Hold you like a paper plane You know I got paper babe Them dollar bills Girl I′ll make it rain
Holiday Inn Come and meet me on my eighth floor Damn it feels good but I feel bad for (them next door)? And I, I I I up on the (?) When I slip slip slip like two girls into slip n′ slide
I just wanna make you sweat [x2] I wanna make you sweat I just wanna make you sweat I wanna make you sweat Sweat, sweat
Where you goin? Whatcha say? I′m why her river flowin′ To another lake By to ocean by the ocean On the beach on the beach I′m bout′ to take a swim
I just wanna make you sweat [x2] I wanna make you sweat I just wanna make you sweat I wanna make you sweat Sweat, sweat
Hello me... Meet the real me And my misfits way of life A dark black past is my Most valued possession Hindsight is always 20-20, But looking back it′s still a bit fuzzy Speak of mutually assured destruction? Nice story... Tell it to Reader′s Digest!
Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety′s attacking me, and My air is getting thin I′m in trouble for the things I haven′t got to yet I′m chomping at the bit, and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Hello me... It′s me again You can subdue, but never tame me It gives me a migraine headache Thinking down to your level Yea, just keep on thinking it′s my fault And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance Mankind has got to know His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don′t know where I′ve been I′m in trouble for the things I haven′t got to yet I′m sharpening the axe and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me... it′s nice talking to myself A credit to dementia Some day you too will know my pain And smile its blacktooth grin If the war inside my head Won′t take a day off I′ll be dead My icy fingers claw your back Here I come again
Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety′s attacking me And my air is getting thin Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don′t know where I′ve been Once you committed me Now you′ve acquitted me Claiming validity For your stupidity I′m chomping at the bit I′m sharpening the axe Here I come again, whoa! Sweating bullets
Yeah Gangsta What That Gangsta Yeah That Gangsta Lunatics! E.I
[The Teamsters] I was forced to live the crazy life Y′all niggas don′t understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop′s didn′t raise me right When Hennedy don′t pay me right No Baby wipes Keep the 3-80 tight The Mercedes dyke On a shady night Y′all niggas is lady like Blow for niggas that′ll watch your arm Run in your crib pop your Mom Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I′m like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade Get laid Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage We thugged out Y′all niggas is bitch made You pick Jay they North white the shit grade Your cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
[Hook x2] I run my right guard in case my shot ain′t handy Speed stickin′ me and mine I turn it up a degree Your secrets still kept Never let ′em see you sweat
[Teamsters] I′m second to none nigga Yo I′m letting my gun Pull this trigger shit off the window Through the head of your son I′ve been runnin′ like 20 miles I ain′t sweatin′ for fun Yo it′s hard to be a team when the second is one Cause I follow very Wanna wife like Halle Berry Yeah I ain′t tryna be locked up under consolatory Like it don′t stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you Hushed out in the drop top Aqua blue Get the bitch screamin′ "Please, Please, not my boo" My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook You know the name Switch up the game like Garth Brooks Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars I been hard through hell better sing God Diminish, I′m a bull dog, breathing British You ain′t site cause your night show is all about your image
[Hook x2]
[Nelly] What I′ve seen on the bricks of the little front At colorses, check the ash tray that hold the blunts We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga Get muscular, just in case you let your lips slip up I′m busting ya, never let em see you sweat Yeah that′s my motto, catch em in the club get wrecked With the bottle, the silencer behind his neck The others follow Show them you ain′t bullshitting and you ain′t hollow I saw you talkin′ to that chick up over there I heard you ask her why she on my dick, yeah, yeah I heard it all before ya dig Next thing you telling me Nelly I put that on my fucking kid What you think this is I′m the reason they invented the whole navigational system So niggas can′t find they trucks and they women when I′m with em Like I catch em in linen And then I flip em and run up in em Send her back to him And go to his house and blow him with her
[Hook]
Never let em see you sweat Never let em see you sweat Never let em Never let em To to play this hit out nigga How nigga!
I’ll be putting it down in a minute How long will it take before your screaming my name, oh baby We should rip off our clothes and get naked I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be like oh yeah! Partying down bumping here making us sweat Put her little pedicure up on my chest And we gon’ sweat, sweat, sweat I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be oh yeah! Making us sweat
Hey!!
I I be on that wake up in the morning Shawty lets work Gotta put it down on the drop on the clock Be the last one to punch out first A little bit of sweat won’t hurt You’re a little bit hot Shawty wrecked Ur skirt Right up to the top, good sex-no shirt I don’t wonna stop, baby that’s the worst Put in the hole No, no feeling like putting it in a girl Go slow good hilling it get in with a jerk Looking at your ? with your legs in the air I’ll ready in a minute don’t go nowhere I’ma hold your hair Give it till the finish, baby lets go there Giving you the fitness of that player I’m so rare Give me them draws like underwear ? it, smashing it, st-sl-slapping it, smacking it, Up all night all on graffin it I’ma do me doin my back in it Lil mamma you ready cause I gotta tell you As soon as we leaving the club If you wonna cut I will cut, there ain′t nothing for me to disturb But I’ll be
I’ll be putting it down in a minute How long will it take before your screaming my name, oh baby We should rip off our clothes and get naked I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be like oh yeah!
Partying down bumping here making us sweat Part of her pedicure up on my chest Yeah we gon’ sweat, sweat, sweat I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be oh yeah! Making us sweat.
Look, look, look, look, look at ya lady We can take it from the bed to couch to the floor to the stove get so, so creative Rip, rip it off x-rated Sh-shawty we should get naked Baby girl that’s if you can take it, sip alot of Champaign and get vaided Heyyy, I wonna be your bling, bling right I’ll give you my ling ling No time oh girl in the back of the range I’ll beat like that and make you scream my name So much cheek it could touch the plain Look ? ?, let them rock with pain Be my leash I want your brain with them feet pretty much like brain Su-such a mess put ur pedicure on my chest shawty your feelin to get blessed in a minute ill need my head rest i don’t want you to fight it, you like it then lets get excited I’ll drop like a pilot, take it off ? ? the value.
I’ll be putting it down in a minute How long will it take before your screaming my name, oh baby We should rip off our clothes and get naked I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be like oh yeah! Partying down bumping here making us sweat Part of her pedicure up on my chest Yeah we gon’ sweat, sweat, sweat I’ll be like oh yeah! You’ll be oh yeah! Making us sweat.
Girl you′re kinda freaky got something bout your smile and when you bounce it up and down I can′t believe my eyes I got to give respect cos you know how to tease keep on walking I′ll keep talkin′ you would not believe what I would do
BRIDGE: With a girl like you keep your body rockin′ I ain′t gonna stop I just want you and you know it′s shockin′ when you rock it I′m a sick sick man cos
CHORUS Girl I get dat cold sweat creepin′ up on me I ache when you shake it Girl I′m just a freak
Yeah, you set dat cold sweat trippin′ on me Burnin′ with the fever Girl, you′re killing me
Girl I′m just a freak in need of therapy I count the ounce in every bounce And I just want to feast I love the way you work it
I love the way you grind Ya got da funk in every pump If you could read my mind What I would do....
BRIDGE
CHORUS Down, you′re burnin′ me down You′re burnin′ me down You′re burnin′ me down I love the way you shake now love the way you break now keep it comin′ baby I don′t wanna hesitate now
You got me hooked every look makes me freeze 180 degrees you make me buckle at my knees crazy rumpshaker, sexy move maker baby bring it on better sooner than later I feel a cold sweat creepin′ up on me we gotta get it on tell me what it′s gonna be
Where′s your respect? (Where′s your respect?) Why bite the hand that feeds you It′s not over yet not over yet (not over yet) Plenty more fingers for you to nibble I′d like to see you get your teeth round this I′m sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline, Blood fills your palms, Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline Blood fills your palms, Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline Blood fills your palms,
Where′s your respect? (Where′s your respect?) Why bite the hand that feeds you It′s not over yet not over yet (not over yet) Plenty more fingers for you to nibble I′d like to see you get your teeth round this I′m sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
Do this one more time and I′ll bit your fucking fingers off!