[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]

Bitch, what the fuck you still got your clothes on for?

Didn't you read the sign when you came through the front door?

No drawers, no bras, no laws

Just pimps and hoes and balls in your jaws

You can drink what you wanna drink, shake till it achey ache

Now make your coochie pop and get them suckas for they bank

Not me 'cause I don't pay for no nookie

I'm a pimp, bitch I gets money out your pussy

I'm fly as an eagle, livin' so illegal

Pimp out the Cadillac, blast out the Regal

Keep a ton of weed, loc everywhere that we go

I do this for my mothafuckin' peoples

Flip, bitch!

[Hook]

Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip

Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip

Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip

Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip

[Verse 2 - Game]

R.I.P. DJ Screw

Soon as I touchdown in Houston, I slow down my music

Roll a pound with Snoop and Lil Flip

Drive through the Cloverland Houston pits

Where niggas sippin' sizzurp, watchin' roosters flip

Notorious like B.I.G

So I'ma stretch my rubberbands till T.I. free

(Game over)

Naw, Game just started

Fat red laces in my S Dot Carters

I'll tell you where my heart is, in heaven with my lil nigga Marcus

That got shot for his Chicago Bulls starter

Regardless of the fact I got jacked for them Jordans

Pippen wore it when he dunked on Starks in the Garden

Nigga, I'm the hardest on the mic in the 'hood

If you wanna act retarded then I'm right in the 'hood

With them Nikes in the 'hood, stuffin' white in the 'hood

Sittin' on that cherry lowrider bike in the 'hood

Smoke one for Yayo 'cause when he come home the whole world gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lil Flip]

Aww, shit it's Snoop and Flip in this bitch

First you buy it, then you roll it, then you light that shit

You know I smoke like a cancer patient

I went gold in two weeks now you niggas hatin'

You got Houston and Cali on the track, yeah

Plus I know your L.A. bitch, she got my back

I make 'em bounce all across the globe

I got the Bentley GT and the baby blue robe

Oh you ain't know? My liquor 'bout to drop, boy

I'm ridin' spinners 'cause my money don't stop, boy

I got your baby momma showin' off her G string

I'm in my drop bumpin' "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang"

I know you mad 'cause your gal love my voice, oh

I know you mad I'm on the cover of the Source, noooo

It's Clover G's on top of my hand

Peep the rocks on my band 'cause the game over, man

[Hook]