Letras de Dogg Wattup Doe

Detroit, shtand up
Yay-yay

Yeah, Ghetto
Smokin′ on Lobster Butter, eatin' on lobster tail
Couple shots of ′42, I bet the bitch come out her shell (wow, wow)
Polo socks and drawers on, LV cover my lid
Blues in my pocket like I'm Crippin', might throw on the flag

I′m on Melrose in the Phantom, just me and Cordell
Black truck behind us, ain′t no way you can get on our trail (zoom)
Bitch know I'm the cat, she wanna leave, I tell her, "Go ′head"
Leanin' like a fuckin′ kickstand, my cup full of red

I can get 'em to yo′ front door, you just send me the bread
Send the trackin' number, when they land, you just meet me (they nervous)
I can't let nobody catch me slippin′, gotta stay prepared
Let ′em think I'm stupid, whole time, I′m three moves ahead

Think I might retire from the booth and go just do a film (wow, wow, wow)
Tired of niggas rappin' ′bout this shit we really do for real
Raised to never back down from nothin', bitch, I′m divin' in
Been through so much that I'm surprised I ain′t got gray hair (what? What? What? What?)

Uncle Snoop, I set up shop, when I came, when I rock
When I swing with that thing, let it bang and it pop
They say it′s cold up in the D, nigga, we don't give a fuck though
My homies yellin′ out, "Dogg, what up, though?" We back on

This right here is for the D, Detroit, motherfuckers
In other words, Detroit vs. everybody, nigga

Yeah, turn a half into a whole one, then I turn that one to two
You pussy boys know what to do when you see me and Uncle Snoop
Connected with the Boss Lady, you know Ghetto in the loop
I make a couple phone calls, e'rythin′ gon' get approved

Designer from my head to shoes, in a penthouse playin′ pool
This life was hard, I made it cool, I ain't come in this game to lose
I go out and put the labor in, my kids enjoy the fruit
When you from the bottom, you deserve a mansion with a pool

The streets taught me lessons that I coulda never learned in school
If I can't show you nothin′ else, I can show you how to move
Show you how to get back on yo′ feet and get back in the groove
The loudest niggas talkin' be the brokest niggas in the room, Ghetto

Uncle Snoop, I set up shop, when I came, when I rock
When I swing with that thing, let it bang and it pop
They say it′s cold up in the D, nigga, we don't give a fuck though
My homies yellin′ out, "Dogg, what up, though?" We back on