[Snoop Dogg]
 Yeah wassup my nigga?
 I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin
 I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog
 You know? No disrespect (that's right)
 That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)
 But we want a nigga to come with some GANGSTA shit
 You feel me?

 [T Bo]
 I went from rags to riches  to hittin these hoes and switches
 Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches
 So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla
 You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
 Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
 Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
 Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
 while my vogues burn, up and down the street
 Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
 Walk with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp
 My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
 Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin
 Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a Benz
 Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends
 Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
 Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle

 Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X

 White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
 You know that America ain't ready for the sound
 from dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
 White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)

 [Snoop Dogg]
 I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve
 Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb
 D.P.G. to the fullest young cuz
 My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"
 He got the club with this fool named T-Bo
 From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples
 All of my homies from the L.B.C.
 All my white homies who smoke with me
 Sell me bud on the weekdays cause
 this shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz
 If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog
 Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all

 Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only)

 [T-Bo]
 You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about
 The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the South
 Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the Cadillac tokin
 Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and Snoop the bitches must be jokin
 Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted
 And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers
 Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle
 When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
 So stay in yo' house when after dark
 We bark and we bite, ??
 Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin
 You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin
 You bout that yappin? We bout that action and scratchin
 Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets
 Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet
 And up in the club, thugs push and they shove
 And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug

 [Snoop Dogg]
 Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
 Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
 Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker
 My nigga T-Bo!

 Chorus

 [Snoop Dogg]
 Yeah that shit funky dog
 That's what I'm talkin bout
 My nigga T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this bitch
 (We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers)
 Yeah, Dogghouse Production
 Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
 (white white white white white boyz)
 That's how we doin it for the nine-nine
 White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
 cause they fuckin with us
 It's a game of death

 Chorus