Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Visions, dreams of passion
And all the while I think of you
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Just like Im the king on the microphone
So is Dr. J and Moses Malone
The Fat Boys
Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time
Its tricky, its tricky
Tricky, tricky, tricky
No sleep til Brooklyn
Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A
They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Im going back to Cali
To Cali, to Cali
I dont think so
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin like they ought ta good
There lived a lil boy who was misled
By anotha lil boy and this is what he said
Ahh, me so horny
Me love you long time
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so whats the scenario
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty
Suckas get jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
And a poom-poom
Just shake your rump
Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
With so much drama in the L-B-C
Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ya, ya, ya ya ya
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid 
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I dont know what you heard about
But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see
That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P
They see me rolling
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Dont believe me, just watch
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up
This is freaking awesome
Look, Jimmy
If you had, one shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime