Lyrics:

(Snoop Dogg)
Soldiers...
Gangstaz, gangstaz... whassup my nigga?
Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip

Well the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin' one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin'
I ain't trippin' shit I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this
Naw hold on let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
And get me up out the bitch wit da heat
And a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's what's wrong wit niggaz
Steady thinkin' wit ya dick, and puttin' faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? 'Top Billin''
That's what I get, I got it good
Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin, and lookin' hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad 'cause I touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? 'Top Billin''
Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped 'cause I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin' slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin' smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

(Speaking outro)