Yeah, thats right, I like that. The royal ***** is clean Your Highness. Thank you, uh uh, Snoop, Kells. You know how we get down. . I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'.
Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps. The fatal invisible tool, by which we define. We fight for our approval. And fear our removal from the safety of fools.
[Chorus 1]. [Women Singing]. Big Snoop Dogg, nigga that's the shit. Cris on ice, nigga that's the shit. Llacs on dubs, nigga that's the shit. [Snoop].
Stardate 3040. Warpspeed to the new scenario, where we roam. Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness. From greed and anarchic conquest. The final operation, based ideas and proposals.