Snoop Dogg - Staxxx In My Jeans Lyrics

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage [x2]

My pockets look like Rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage [x3]

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

It's the same story
A nigga rich
I'm on some nigga shit
In (And?)your nigga bitch
You betta check em
Tell em I'm off the chain
I buck and bang
Homie that's only game
Oh I ain't gotta problem
You see me gettin staxx
You see I bought the phantom
24"s don't come with that
I been around the world
Check grippin every state
Your bitch don't like me, she fake,
Some ppl might call it hate
But I dotn give a damn
A boss's life if how I make that bread
Toss the mike and I still be richer than rich
[? ] gets to make my bed

My pockets fat as shit
You niggaz mad as shit
Talk [? ] to either one of them [? ]
I'm on some gladys shit
Many u have tried and failed
Shit I'm out on bail
I make more cheese than your old man
And he went to Yale
Shti I went to jail
You can go to hell
U got some shit to tell? !
I got some shit to sell

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage [x3]

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

Candy paint drippin
Look at all them bags
I had to show and brag
Cause being broke's a drag
I gotta get this paper
My kids they gotta eat
We gotta alotta heat
[? ]
Been out for ballin [? ]
Shot callin I make that change
And I don't want the Range
[? ]
That's how them gangstas do it
We get our green in bricks
We put our green in blunts
U spend ure green on chicks
I'm on some playa shit
Dynasty, straight laker shit
Keep it up on some banker shit
And chop it up for some paper bitch
I got my mind rigth
And my money right
If u ain't in the game for the money
You the funny type
And I'm laugin my ass off
Phantom with the mask off
Legal so they hatin when I gas off
U know how Snoopy does it
Phantom, go bitch touch it [? ]
100 thousand a show
I'm gettin dough like [? ]

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage [x3]

My pockets look like rerun
Your pockets look like Raj

Look how the flag hanging
Gang bangin I ain't no punk
Maintaining that tank of mine?
Make that kid go Pah Pah Pah!
I'm about my bidness boy
Makin money never been so smooth
Yo bitch, you about to loose
Cause she is about to choose
And that's the way it goes
S N double O
U want that quiet type
I want that trouble hoe
There go ure paper girl
Yeah I'm in for real
"One time I told a bicth not to come back cause she got 2000 dollars in 2 dollar bills"
That's cold (called) game, the whole thang
I'm high as soul plane,
I smoke the whole thang
U know how daddy do it
I'm true to it
I take a cocaine buick and put some blue to it
That's some gangsta shit
These hoes love this gangsta dick
Khakis and some gangsta kits [? ]
Yeah bitch that my gangsta fit
I'm ballin boy,
And u ain't got to ask
She all about this pimpin
I'm all about the cash

I got, staxx in my jeans
Phantom up in my garage [x3]

My pockets look like Rerun
Your pockets look like Raj