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Gail Ann Dorsey - Don't Fight The Feelin' lyrics
Uh, uh
 [Nate Dogg]
 Don't, fight the feelin'
 Move, move out on the floor
 We, we can give you
 Oh, all the funk you want
 Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see ya
 Hey, let me see some more
 Shake (Shake, shake, shake, shake), shake ya bootie
 Make, make me lose control
 [Snoop Dogg]
 You know we movin', we groovin'
 We smokin', we drinkin'
 We dippin', we flippin'
 We tippin', we talkin'
 We walkin', we bouncin'
 We bustin', we discussin'
 Big thangs, I got the good game
 I know hoochies, chickens
 Homies, snitches
 Pimps, killas, big butt bitches
 Fakas, cake bakas, L.A. Lakas
 I only fuck with real niggaz, money makas, ya dig
 [Soopafly]
 Shit, here we come again
 Back it up, mack rollin' with a thick piece
 Me, Soopa, Big Che pimpin'
 Mackin', smokin' and slappin'
 Talkin', rappin', get up on this action
 Hoes get slapped, betta bitch
 I'm that nigga not to fuck wit, won'tcha make a buck flip
 Give it to poppy, get back and work that body
 Do every class and don't be sloppy
 Travelin', handlin'
 Business, riches
 Always found that money and we viscious on bitches
 Niggaz try to fuck around, we put 'em in stiches (Bitch)
 Don't get better than this, I got no wet, no Kris
 [Cam'Ron]
 When I'm in a whip, man, I burn my rubber
 But when I get mad, Snoop, I pop my rubber
 A girl tried to pop my rubber (What?)
 Told her like Mike to Billie Jean, you are not my lover
 But one time I shot my lover, popped my lover
 Pled insanity, said forgot I love her
 So come check me out if you shop for brotha
 I got weight now, had too may blocks to cover
 Other than that, don't ask me nottin' about the white Range (Why?)
 Cuz it's not in your price range (Oh)
 Ice chains, nice thangs so I rhyme (Rhyme)
 I got money, if I'm late girl, buy time
 Nice dimes, for ya friends, y'all be in love
 Coke, crack, dope, smack, all of the above
 No jocks, pro blacks, all we got our thugs
 Roll up, hold ups, all you get are slugsGail Ann Dorsey - Don't Fight The Feelin' - http://motolyrics.com/gail-ann-dorsey/dont-fight-the-feelin-lyrics.html
 [Snoop Dogg]
 You know we movin', we groovin'
 We smokin', we drinkin'
 We dippin', we flippin'
 We tippin', we talkin'
 We walkin', we bouncin'
 We bustin', we discussin'
 Big thangs, I got the good game
 I know hoochies, chickens
 Homies, snitches
 Pimps, killas, big butt bitches
 Fakas, cake bakas, L.A. Lakas
 I only fuck with real niggaz, money makas, ya dig
 [Snoop Dogg] (Lady May)
 Well, what would this be without a lady (Lady)
 That looks good and down to get crazy (Crazy)(Crazy)
 Yeah that's my baby, ya know she don't plizzay
 Come on Lady May, say, say what you sizzay (Yeah)
 [Lady May] (Snoop)
 I see the big picture (Uh-huh), the big figures, big riches (What?)
 Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
 Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
 Black sixes cruise by with sack figures
 Hit the spa, full body message (Mmm)
 Twist up the herbs with the Bigg Snoop Dogg (Ahh)
 I light traveler's checks and Amex cards
 Fuck it, spend dough like a hip hop star
 Big houses, French poodle, fish tanks with my baracudas (Baracudas)
 Canopy bed, well I'm a mova
 Mid-West, fuck a nigga, bring less
 Goose pillow, double deuce, stain less
 Premadonna, with gabonna, and some bitch shit like Madonna
 Strike a pose, woah (Woah)
 Wanna ten, nigga I'm a dozen
 Wanna look at Lady May (Yeah), say goodbye to your husband
 [Nate Dogg]
 Don't, fight the feelin'
 Move, move out on the floor
 We, we can give you
 Oh, all the funk you want
 Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see ya
 Hey, let me see some more
 Shake (Shake, shake, shake, shake), shake ya bootie
 Make, make me lose control
 [Snoop Dogg]
 Yeah, Doggy Style 2002
 All-Stars
 Gotta give a shout out to my main man Cam'Ron fallin' up in here
 Soopfly, yeah
 Lady May
 Nate Dizzle
 And I'm the Bigg Snoopy D-O-double gizzle
 Fo' shizzle
 Uh, uh, uh, uh









