作曲 : Bernie Worrell/Bootsy Collins/D. Drew/George Clinton How else could you capture the world If you don't attack from the back To the rear march hehehehe (Yo Snoopadellic what ) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have my paper right If you come back right then we can boogie (echoes) When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have my paper right If you come back right then we can boogie (echoes) Boggy boggy boogy I'm goin 65 75 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy In the fastlane high beams shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track With the diamond in the back Move roof wide open scopin lockin The bitches relieve the hoes keep hopin They can get it fit in back seat just sit in Four hoes on the block tryna put their 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 Hoes lookin' inside And they justa grinnin Waitin' to choose While the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy Yeah this is radio station 187 4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the five o'clock traffic jam We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop Call station namin ya game Aw yeah hello aw yeah This Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherf**kin baggin church You see them pretty buttons on my stereo (Don't touch 'em) Don't touch 'em hoe You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac Pimpin ain't (yeahhh) now sit the f**k 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 dough And if not it's home I go Ain't a hoe out there that can slow my flow My wheels cause a fortune Bitch I'm scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang in my glove compartment Didn't have to use it Blastin' in my music Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it First place in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggas better watch out And bitches better move it Yeah baby You gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed To groove in the moon 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 a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it Boggy boggy boogy Track of funk I am Sir Dunk DPG Buck And I hate Stoplights I always mack to the next Mackallenium I told you I wouldn't C-Walk Let me out hahahaha Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoein make a nigga pockets still swollin Still goin black and white tip-toein' Flashin my playa's card (Why you play so hard ) cuz I'ma Don Sippin Moet smokin Chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on Pimpin 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 Get hot turn down the heat Burn down the street My hoes 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**k that stoplight