Snoop Dogg, Mr. Malik - May I lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Mr. Malik - May I lyrics]
Now who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the thump that makes ya cum?
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 Priest hit the groove
Everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood
And lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down
Or either underground
Man, I done found 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 bifocals
Don't try the locals
And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals
I Fold you like crystals
Rap spittin like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
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
Man dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney
Or Bogey for Snoop Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general
So when I put it down I
Gots to be so original
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie, and
I'm the big homie, snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three words up in lightning
As long as I'm bouncin with this
I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my photo
I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey fo do
Get pushed around downtown in the
Back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the stars
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
Well in verse three, the worst see?
After part two, know when I start
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
Got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's
Never too much, like Luther
Cause ya see ain't no loser
That can get the scoop on
The Super Duper Snooper
I refuse the tactics
You ain't used to drastics
I choose to mash like Land Cruisers
You know I kizick the bomb digga dee
Bomb ba-zee
They can't get with the D-O double G
You know MC slash master of ceremonies
Runnin thangs
Pullin strings call me Snoop Pesci
Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed
To let it rest, see?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you? May I?
And who got the thump that makes ya cum?
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 Priest hit the groove
Everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood
And lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down
Or either underground
Man, I done found 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 bifocals
Don't try the locals
And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals
I Fold you like crystals
Rap spittin like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
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
Man dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney
Or Bogey for Snoop Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general
So when I put it down I
Gots to be so original
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie, and
I'm the big homie, snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three words up in lightning
As long as I'm bouncin with this
I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my photo
I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey fo do
Get pushed around downtown in the
Back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the stars
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
Well in verse three, the worst see?
After part two, know when I start
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
Got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's
Never too much, like Luther
Cause ya see ain't no loser
That can get the scoop on
The Super Duper Snooper
I refuse the tactics
You ain't used to drastics
I choose to mash like Land Cruisers
You know I kizick the bomb digga dee
Bomb ba-zee
They can't get with the D-O double G
You know MC slash master of ceremonies
Runnin thangs
Pullin strings call me Snoop Pesci
Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed
To let it rest, see?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you?
May I (may i) , may I funk with you? May I?