May I

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 bifocles, don't try the locals And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals I Folger like crystals, rap spittin like clips 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 Man dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney A 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 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 dirt to the stars Chorus 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 no 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? Chorus x3 May I?