Lyrics:

I am Sir Dogg
D-P-G funk
And I hate water, I never learned to swim
AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!!
LET GO MY LEG!!!
I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!!
AAAAH!!!!!

No matter where I go, you got ya eyes on me
And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me
Show us how you do it, Uncle Snoopy
So fluid wit' ya technique, y'all niggas gon' respect me
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though
Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckas like Geraldo
And niggas wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? (What?)
Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga, can you feel this
I make dat shit for the realest of millions
While I'm wheelin' and dealin', and feelin' the feelin'
Hmm, and oh what a relief it is
That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz
Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit, there it is again
You never know if your career might flop-flop, fizz-fizz
So, stay on your toes, and keep a pair of Girbauds, and keep a set of new hoes and—
Stay afloat in a tidy boat (Uh)
Fuck these niggas, and peep out whitey roll
Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on
And that's usually how the scenario rolls on
Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on (Oh no she didn't)
She either fuck, or gettin' stole on, or gotta stroll home (Bitch, get up)
Rule number one, keep your hand on your gun
And don't (Don't) trust (Trust) anyone (Anyone)
(…one-one-one-one)

Ohh, you can't trust nobody, baby
You can't even trust your own Mama!
This is Snoopy Collins, trust no one
Especially a bitch
Or even a bitch-ass nigga
Yo Ha!!!!

T-R-U-S-T in me
I'm sexy with my pussy
The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep
And you da type of nigga I been dyin' to meet
So Snoopy, what you tryna do?
Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no need for me to even be trying to lie to you
Now what I'm tryin' to do, and what I'm gon' do, is hit this bud
I got a wife at home, bitch, I ain't lookin' for love
You might got kids for cuzz, or down wit' blood
Pushin' them dubs, look here, cuh
Lemme tell you how it's gon' be
If I was broke, loc, these bitches wouldn't want me
I'm tellin' you the good-God truth, you want proof?
Ask them hoes over there, y'all wanna fuck Snoop? (Yeah!)
But take the money and the game away, the fame away
I bet they won't say the same that day
But it's okay, 'cause I don't trip
'Cause 'bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks'
I thought I told ya, bitch, I'm a soldier
Eastside, Long Beach, gang-bang roller from the solar
'Cause this is, is it? Can ya dig it? (I can dig it!)
Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat
I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' backpack (Aaah!), 'cause I know it's like dat
I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread
They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead
If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds
They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hittin' for the Reds
But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true
I got a home-run, nigga, we're on one
I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin'
Rip-ridin', putting mines in
Takin' this game to the next level
Trustin' no one, especially them red devils
Keep ya head level, hand on my gidder
Stay on the ridder, pimpin' ain't easy
But it's a whole lot of fidder
And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one
No one, no one (What?)
And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one

OH NO!!!
YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!!
I HATE WATER!!!!
I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!!
I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!!
I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!!
AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER!!!!
OH NO!!!!