HeartlessW's video: Ice Cream Paint Job Remix - Dorrough Lyrics

[Intro: Dorrough {Snoop Dogg}] Hah! {West Coast, baby... } Yeah, remix! This time I say Yeah, buddy - live good, eat good Old school Chevy to a Cadillac Fleetwood Got the inside - (black!), and the outside (black!) Thinkin 'bout a Maserati, but I rather ride ('Lac) A.C. blow (whaaat? !), like wind chill (chill!) Paint drippin like the rain on a windshield [Chorus:] Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, I-I-I-ice cream paint job Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl... al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl... al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, I-I-I-ice cream paint job [Verse 1: Dorrough] M-m-m-mama black, daddy black Uncle black, granny black, catch me in a Cadillac (Cadillac) Say, ridin on a foreign ti' With some ice cream paint, got the shoes and I had to match My car, yo we stunt like that (like that) Down in Dallas, Texas, yeah it's crunk like that All I gotta do is this, drop the top and show the wrist And I can pull a bad chick off eye contact Yeaaaaaaa - it's ya, it's ya, it's ya boy Dorrough I got a wood grain wheel and a wood grain flo' Paint job, fresh sprayed, pop trunk, might wave Yeah, buddy, I'm paid, umm, everybody know That gettin money is the mission, it's the auto clone magician 0-9, but I drive a 0-12 Expedition With a auto-start ignition, fo' fifteens hit it With a sign on the back say "Let's go fishin" [Chorus 1/2] [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, West Coast nigga... Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Twenty-fo' on the ol' schools sittin up high (high) Push - I hit the gas, fuck a red light All chrome Chevy signs on my tailpipe I smash out Doggy Dogg live the +Boss' Life+ Show these niggaz what it cost and how to floss it right They hear the song and they Jerk to it all night Euro grill, candy paint drippin off white (drip, drip, drip...) Yeah, we got the streets turned up Purp in my blunt, brown in my cup Boat motor in my engine, 15s' in my trunk Ice Creams' on my feet, I'm a fuck the streets up (Fuck it up!) Wet paint job, shift kit, no clutch Pocket fulla money with some Hustle Boy Chucks Sugar coat seats, soft white crust They say they ridin clean, but they ain't got it like us! [Chorus 1/2] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] Look, look... It's 15s' in the trunk, let my beat bang (yep!) Half of chicken on my neck, let my chain hang (yep!) Fo fifty yellow rock'll make the ass swang Chevy tuned up, bangin Hu$$le is my last name For the rap game, still us in the fast lane Pulled up at the spot, parked the Regal on the grass mayne Swisher Sweets same color as the wood grain They say, "Why you leave it runnin? " I say "Cause I'm in the hoooood, mayne~! " Clean on the ourside, cream on the inside Ask around, bet they tell you that I been fly Way befo' Xzibit show, I had a +Pimp Ride+ And "All Money In" is the motto that we live by Look, shit kept gettin betta fo' me You hatin on me? It's whatever, I get cheddar, homie I'm well-paid so the people know me Ridin wood grain and leather only... Hu$$le [Chorus 1/2] [Verse 4: Jim Jones] Splash - (candy bought) I'm drippy Car so clean that the paint looks slippy (Hold on!) Caught the swag flu so I got these niggaz sick-y Coney ice cream teh way the girl started lickin (Baskin Robbins) Give her the shovel the way she diggin me (Dig that!) +Victory+ - (Ow!) Just the +B.I.G.+ in me Yeah, my game fly, I make the nasty girls get with me (Nasty!) And after the telly, it's all history (Gone!) Chickens - rotisserie We can make it snow muthafucka, betta getcha skis (We got it!) Told her turn it up as I hit the speed Push the head down, word is bond as I hit the weed (Uh-ohhhhhh) [Verse 5: Soulja Boy] Yeah shawty, Soulja Boy big dawg Black-on-black Lamborghini, ice cream paint job WOOOSH! Black card bank card So much money, look like I had the bank robbed Flow cajin, spicy punchline Disrespect me, get jumped like the lunch line Titanic swag like I'm standin on a boat Man ya boy's got money, but ya flow still broke No pad, no pen I'm goin in Flyin down the highway, blowin on a Kush-ington I'm gettin money like I never would believe So many tattoos that my skin cain't breathe I'm gettin old money but I'm a youngsta My swag presidential make Obama wanna sponsor me [Chorus 1/2] [Outro: Dorrough] Ha, yeaaaaah! REMIX! Say, we ain't doin it big We doin it major, ya feel me? Mr. D-O-Double R - "Dorrough Music" Album in sto's August 4th A-yeah buddy, a-yeah buddy A-yeah buddy, Heeeey, heey, heey, heeey, heeey, heey Yessir