Staxxx In My Jeans - Snoop Dogg

Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg

It’s the same story, a nig*a rich,

I’m on some nig*a sh*t, and you’re ni*ga b*tch!

You better check 'em, tell 'em I’m off the chain

I buck and bang, homie that’s only game

Oh I ain’t got a problem, you see me get the staxxx

You see I bought the Phantom, 24's don’t come with that

I’ve been around the world, check gripping every state

You b*tch don’t like me, she fake, so people might call it hate

But I don’t give a damn, a boss’s life is how I make that bread

Toss the mic and I’ll still be richer than rich and have you b*tch make my bed

My pockets fat as shit, you niggas mad as sh*t

F*ck neither Warner bro’s, I’m on some Gladys sh*t

Many have tried and failed, shit I’m out on bail

I make more cheese than your old man and he went to Yale

Sh*t I went to jail, you can go to hell

You got some shit to tell, I got some shit to sell

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)

My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg

Candy paint dripping, look at all them bags

I had to show and brag, 'cause being broke’s a drag

I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat!

We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars, cease

Been out for balling, shot calling and I make that change

And I don’t want the Range, chop that spray on things

That’s how gangsters do it, we get our green and bricks

We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks

I’m on some player sh*t, dynasty straight Lakers sh*t

Cook it up on some baker sh*t, and chop it up on some paper b*tch!

I got my mind right, and my money right

If you ain’t in the game for the money, you the funny type

And I’m laughing my ass off, Phantom with the mask off

Legal, so they hating when I gas off

You know how Snoopy does it, Phantom, don’t b*tch touch it

One hundred thousand a show, I’m getting dough like f*ck!

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)

My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg

Look how that flag hanging, gangbanging I ain’t no punk,

Maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (A)K go pop pop pop!

I’m about my bidness boy, making money never been so smooth

You b*tch you’re about to lose, 'cause she’s about to choose!

And that’s the way it goes, S N double O,

You want that quiet type, I want that trouble ho!

Now go get paper girl, yeah, I meant for real

One time I told a b*tch not to come back till

She got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills!

(Wow!)

That’s cold game, a ho thing

I’m high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thing

You know how daddy do it, I’m true to it

I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it!

That’s some gangster sh*t, these hoes love this gangster d*ck

Khaki’s and some gangster kicks, yeah, b*tch, that’s my gangster fit

I’m balling boy, and you ain’t got to ask

She all about this pimping, I’m all about this cash

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage

I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)

My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg