Dirty Dope Dealer

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My paint wet, my bitch bad,
Straight mastermind, your rich ass,
My cup full, full of that pink shit,
So shut your fuckin' mouth, fuck all that weak shit,
This Double M, G shit, double M, G shit,
She fuck my whole squad, she double M, G bitch.
Just got that G-Wagеn, I'm just so innovative,
We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations,
This calls for a celebration, Bel Air celebration,
Sixty hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases,
Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st,
I took it to my mama, “Here, go get what you deserve.”
Mob ties, Genovese,
Money trains, centerpiece,
We started at the bottom until I got a bird,
I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard, ha!

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
My whole life been based on that pimp shit,
No movie, just money, real pimp shit,
More cities, more bitches, real slick shit,
My Maybach, it matches my outfit, that pimp shit.

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Keepin' my tool, this shit so cool,
Rule number one, ain't no rule,
Swallow my lines, follow my grind,
Rich white bitch with a bottle of wine.
Word to the wise, word to mine,
Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die,
Never had black but she heard of my,
D-O-doub', I done it all, twenty years I bang a ball.
'91 I had a Lexus, nigga,
Ate seafood for breakfast, nigga,
Caught a few cases in Texas, nigga,
Do kush-ups till my chest get bigger.
I press a nigga till I get it all,
Real shit, bitch, I really do ball,
I am the West to y'all,
Taught y'all how to invest in ball,
Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all,
That's why I get more than the rest of y'all.
It's bad enough I entertain,
Add it up, gang bang,
Gat 'em up, slang cane,
Bag it up, same thang.

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
My whole life been based on that pimp shit,
No movie, just money, real pimp shit,
More cities, more bitches, real slick shit,
My Maybach, it matches my outfit, that pimp shit.

[Outro:]
[Snoop Dogg:]
Titty one, titty two,
See these are essentials, essentially speakin' quintessentials,
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs,
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs.
[Rick Ross:]
My paint wet, my feet chrome,
Fuck boys hate, but they sing along,
The real niggas admire, success makes you inspire,
Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot,
Bitches feedin' me fruit.