DJ Drama - Bounce, Rock, Skate lyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] I took two nickels and made a dime out it I took two words and made a rhyme out it It's hard to explain it, but I did it while I'm tainted Steady rippin' while I'm crippin', dip the shine out I check my rear view I tip it down a little, just to get a clear view I got the pigs on me, I got the dips on em So I slide, swerve, and try to dip on em Make a smooth getaway, so clean My windows smoke green, my endo super supreme When the lights hit the b**h that sh** turns green But in the daytime, that motherf**er whip cream [Hook: Terrace Martin] My coup baby blue Aye Snoop, what it do? Aye Quik, where it's at? Kurupt start the 'Lac So we can bounce, rock, rollerskate and Dippin' down the shore on platinum Daytons [Verse 2: Terrace Martin] My eyes like a strobe light, won't stop blinking Brain like a stop sign, can't stop thinking Six shots of Patron Fall back at the mouth, now you know it's on Lex pa** my cellphone, so I can hit Big Snoop and Quik Stroll to the valley cause it's time to dip And the DJ didn't already play our sh** [Verse 3: DJ Quik] A little bit of Quik is worth all you've got Life is like a p**y, you should your shot My foot is in my pool behind my big a** crib Captain Morgan Spiced Rum, no coke, Mr. Pibb When there ain't a menage on the back of my spot Bad b**hes just lounging, only bottoms, no bra Ponytail on my neck, who do I think I am? Reggae music is blasting, eight is down to a gram Now let's go to your hood, MTV playin' jams n***as wearin' your couch down, wishing they were I am You're the colour of money, and your weed looks like Autumn And the pockets on your jeans look like they did when you bought em I feel you n***a, I hate me too I wish you could make these bossy player moves that I do I'm exotic, I'm eccentric, I'm erotic relentless And if Snoop Dogg is the king then you know who the prince is Now crown me the Quikness Terrace Martin, Kurupt Young Gotti, now this is senseless Who in the world would've thought that we would get this? Know what I think? I think your counterfeit rapper printer is all out of ink You missed the glory days Not to be told when the story's phased Cut you in the days Chickens open up their legs and give me all their eggs Blame them and blame me And f** it for that sanctity and hopin' I done pull out when I came [Hook] [Verse 4: Kurupt] You call that swag? I call that jag Snatch off with a couple scuffles, chickens, and duffle bags Mathematician calculating ounces and grams Miami the Amityville, skittles and candymen High off of all types; the vikes to the sands Yeah, hunna stunna, demonish candyman What up? The iron in any hand Crush em like soda cans Aroma or green the tan as the kush burns man The bird in the hand and some urine in the bush Fricking seeing these Vaseline bunny rappin' rabbits It's a habbit [Hook]