May I 歌词
| 歌曲 | May I |
| 歌手 | Snoop Dogg |
| 专辑 | Dead Man Walkin' |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Snoop Dogg/Lil Malik | |
| Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? | |
| And who got the bump that ya thump? | |
| Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump | |
| So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up | |
| Well here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in | |
| So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in | |
| I got the motion, the potion | |
| and once ?? hit the groove everything is in motion | |
| We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around | |
| And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground | |
| Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound | |
| Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga feelin? | |
| Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions | |
| Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso | |
| Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo | |
| I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code | |
| Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know | |
| Who started with me, who departed with me | |
| Through thick and thin we heartless-ass G's | |
| Regardless, let's see with biphocles, let's try the locals | |
| And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals | |
| I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do | |
| When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool | |
| Chorus: | |
| May I (may... I), may I funk with you? | |
| (repeat x4) | |
| To be a high rolla, you need a pistola | |
| And about a half a key of some Coca Cola | |
| Now that I got older, I got a little colder | |
| And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder | |
| Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney | |
| A bowlie for Snoop Doggy | |
| Ain't no follow-up, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal | |
| I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger | |
| But that's the little homie, I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone | |
| Spit three words up in lightning | |
| As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you like it | |
| Fo' sho tho, you can't take my fo-do' | |
| I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey photo | |
| Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car | |
| The Double R from the Durwood store | |
| Chorus | |
| Well in verse three, the worst see? | |
| After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too | |
| And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do, | |
| I thought you knew we bust | |
| I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust | |
| No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like Luthor | |
| Cause ya see ain't no loser | |
| that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop | |
| I refuse the tactics, you ain't used to drastics | |
| I choose to mash like Land Cruisers | |
| You know I isn't the bomb digga-dee, bomb-beeze | |
| They can't get with the D-O double G | |
| You no MC slash master of ceramonies | |
| Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky | |
| Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me | |
| Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see? | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| May I? |
| Artist: Snoop Dogg Lil Malik | |
| Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? | |
| And who got the bump that ya thump? | |
| Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump | |
| So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up | |
| Well here' s a toast to the boogie while I step on in | |
| So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in | |
| I got the motion, the potion | |
| and once ?? hit the groove everything is in motion | |
| We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around | |
| And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground | |
| Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound | |
| Sup, BowWow, how my nigga feelin? | |
| Oh, I' m on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions | |
| Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso | |
| Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo | |
| I do it by my lonely cause I' m true to the code | |
| Plus I die with the homies cause that' s all I really know | |
| Who started with me, who departed with me | |
| Through thick and thin we heartlessass G' s | |
| Regardless, let' s see with biphocles, let' s try the locals | |
| And y' all wonder why they despise my vocals | |
| I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do | |
| When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool | |
| Chorus: | |
| May I may... I, may I funk with you? | |
| repeat x4 | |
| To be a high rolla, you need a pistola | |
| And about a half a key of some Coca Cola | |
| Now that I got older, I got a little colder | |
| And I don' t trip to get a chip off my nigga' s shoulder | |
| Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney | |
| A bowlie for Snoop Doggy | |
| Ain' t no followup, man, I' m a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal | |
| I' m quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger | |
| But that' s the little homie, I' m the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone | |
| Spit three words up in lightning | |
| As long as I' m bouncin with this I know you like it | |
| Fo' sho tho, you can' t take my fodo' | |
| I' m layin around in the DPG in a grey photo | |
| Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car | |
| The Double R from the Durwood store | |
| Chorus | |
| Well in verse three, the worst see? | |
| After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too | |
| And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do, | |
| I thought you knew we bust | |
| I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust | |
| No dividing, multiplying cause it' s never too much, like Luthor | |
| Cause ya see ain' t no loser | |
| that can get the scoop on the supadupa Snoop | |
| I refuse the tactics, you ain' t used to drastics | |
| I choose to mash like Land Cruisers | |
| You know I isn' t the bomb diggadee, bombbeeze | |
| They can' t get with the DO double G | |
| You no MC slash master of ceramonies | |
| Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky | |
| Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me | |
| Don' t wanna test me, I' m guaranteed to let it rest, see? | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| May I? |
| Artist: Snoop Dogg Lil Malik | |
| Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? | |
| And who got the bump that ya thump? | |
| Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump | |
| So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up | |
| Well here' s a toast to the boogie while I step on in | |
| So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in | |
| I got the motion, the potion | |
| and once ?? hit the groove everything is in motion | |
| We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around | |
| And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground | |
| Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound | |
| Sup, BowWow, how my nigga feelin? | |
| Oh, I' m on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions | |
| Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso | |
| Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo | |
| I do it by my lonely cause I' m true to the code | |
| Plus I die with the homies cause that' s all I really know | |
| Who started with me, who departed with me | |
| Through thick and thin we heartlessass G' s | |
| Regardless, let' s see with biphocles, let' s try the locals | |
| And y' all wonder why they despise my vocals | |
| I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do | |
| When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool | |
| Chorus: | |
| May I may... I, may I funk with you? | |
| repeat x4 | |
| To be a high rolla, you need a pistola | |
| And about a half a key of some Coca Cola | |
| Now that I got older, I got a little colder | |
| And I don' t trip to get a chip off my nigga' s shoulder | |
| Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney | |
| A bowlie for Snoop Doggy | |
| Ain' t no followup, man, I' m a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal | |
| I' m quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger | |
| But that' s the little homie, I' m the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone | |
| Spit three words up in lightning | |
| As long as I' m bouncin with this I know you like it | |
| Fo' sho tho, you can' t take my fodo' | |
| I' m layin around in the DPG in a grey photo | |
| Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car | |
| The Double R from the Durwood store | |
| Chorus | |
| Well in verse three, the worst see? | |
| After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too | |
| And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do, | |
| I thought you knew we bust | |
| I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust | |
| No dividing, multiplying cause it' s never too much, like Luthor | |
| Cause ya see ain' t no loser | |
| that can get the scoop on the supadupa Snoop | |
| I refuse the tactics, you ain' t used to drastics | |
| I choose to mash like Land Cruisers | |
| You know I isn' t the bomb diggadee, bombbeeze | |
| They can' t get with the DO double G | |
| You no MC slash master of ceramonies | |
| Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky | |
| Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me | |
| Don' t wanna test me, I' m guaranteed to let it rest, see? | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| May I? |
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