Snoop Dogg & Soulja Boy - Pronto 2009 | Текст песни

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• Snoop Dogg & Soulja Boy
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What it do,
Coming at you live, it’s your boy big Snoop Dogg
Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker
We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at them nephew.
You digg,

[Chorus]
Pronto, you know it how we ball
She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall.
S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall
While your money sittin’ small.
Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll
I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise
When we hit the dance floor.
My team hardcore, all the girls do adore
Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore
Sizzz-ore

Step on the scene, make the haters say dammit.
Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em hottest rapper on the planet.
Ya’ girl love me and I know you can’t stand it.
Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanin’.
Ya’ girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo.
Soulja number one but I ain’t talkin bout the combo.
S.O.D. boss [yeah] I’m the head hon-cho.
Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto

[Chorus]
Pronto, you know it how we ball
She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall.
S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall
While your money sittin’ small.
Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll
I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise
When we hit the dance floor.
My team hardcore, all the girls do adore
Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore
Sizzz-ore

Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out,
nigga what you talking about, snoop dogg walk it out,
Go to work, do the jerk, do it till your head hurt
we the west, just the turf, known throughout the universe
Superman and Kyptonite all on the same mike
Send us some bad bitches like

[Chorus]
Pronto, you know it how we ball
She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall.
S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall
While your money sittin’ small.
Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll
I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise
When we hit the dance floor.
My team hardcore, all the girls do adore
Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore
Sizzz-ore