Lyrics:

Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?

And who got the bump that ya thump?

Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump

So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up

Well here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in

So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in

I got the motion, the potion

and once ?? hit the groove everything is in motion

We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around

And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground

Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound

Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga feelin?

Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions

Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso

Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo

I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code

Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know

Who started with me, who departed with me

Through thick and thin we heartless-ass G's

Regardless, let's see with biphocles, let's try the locals

And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals

I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do

When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool



Chorus:

May I (may... I), may I funk with you?

(repeat x4)



To be a high rolla, you need a pistola

And about a half a key of some Coca Cola

Now that I got older, I got a little colder

And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder

Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney

A bowlie for Snoop Doggy

Ain't no follow-up, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal

I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger

But that's the little homie, I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone

Spit three words up in lightning

As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you like it

Fo' sho tho, you can't take my fo-do'

I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey photo

Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car

The Double R from the Durwood store



Chorus



Well in verse three, the worst see?

After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too

And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do,

I thought you knew we bust

I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust

No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like Luthor

Cause ya see ain't no loser

that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop

I refuse the tactics, you ain't used to drastics

I choose to mash like Land Cruisers

You know I isn't the bomb digga-dee, bomb-beeze

They can't get with the D-O double G

You no MC slash master of ceramonies

Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky

Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me

Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?



Chorus x3



May I?