Snoop Dogg - Staxxx In My Jeans lyrics

rate me

I got, staxx in my jeans

Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like Rerun

Your pockets look like Raj

I got, staxx in my jeans

Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun

Your pockets look like Raj

It's the same story

A nigga rich

I'm on some nigga shit

In (And?)your nigga bitch

You betta check em

Tell em I'm off the chain

I buck and bang

Homie that's only game

Oh I ain't gotta problem

You see me gettin staxx

You see I bought the phantom

24"s don't come with that

I been around the world

Check grippin every state

Your bitch don't like me, she fake,

Some ppl might call it hate

But I dotn give a damn

A boss's life if how I make that bread

Toss the mike and I still be richer than rich

My pockets fat as shit

You niggaz mad as shit

Talk

I'm on some gladys shit

Many u have tried and failed

Shit I'm out on bail

I make more cheese than your old man

And he went to Yale

Shti I went to jail

You can go to hell

U got some shit to tell? !

I got some shit to sell

I got, staxx in my jeans

Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun

Your pockets look like Raj

Candy paint drippin

Look at all them bags

I had to show and brag

Cause being broke's a drag

I gotta get this paper

My kids they gotta eat

We gotta alotta heat

Been out for ballin

Shot callin I make that change

And I don't want the Range

That's how them gangstas do it

We get our green in bricks

We put our green in blunts

U spend ure green on chicks

I'm on some playa shit

Dynasty, straight laker shit

Keep it up on some banker shit

And chop it up for some paper bitch

I got my mind rigth

And my money right

If u ain't in the game for the money

You the funny type

And I'm laugin my ass off

Phantom with the mask off

Legal so they hatin when I gas off

U know how Snoopy does it

Phantom, go bitch touch it

100 thousand a show

I'm gettin dough like

I got, staxx in my jeans

Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun

Your pockets look like Raj

Look how the flag hanging

Gang bangin I ain't no punk

Maintaining that tank of mine?

Make that kid go Pah Pah Pah!

I'm about my bidness boy

Makin money never been so smooth

Yo bitch, you about to loose

Cause she is about to choose

And that's the way it goes

S N double O

U want that quiet type

I want that trouble hoe

There go ure paper girl

Yeah I'm in for real

"One time I told a bicth not to come back cause she got 2000 dollars in 2 dollar bills"

That's cold (called) game, the whole thang

I'm high as soul plane,

I smoke the whole thang

U know how daddy do it

I'm true to it

I take a cocaine buick and put some blue to it

That's some gangsta shit

These hoes love this gangsta dick

Khakis and some gangsta kits

Yeah bitch that my gangsta fit

I'm ballin boy,

And u ain't got to ask

She all about this pimpin

I'm all about the cash

I got, staxx in my jeans

Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like Rerun

Your pockets look like Raj