Pronto

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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 'em nephew - ya dig!

Pronto, you known' 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

Pronto, you known' 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 Dogg 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 mic
Send us some bad bitches like

Pronto, pronto, you known' 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

Church on the move, L7's yellin mayday
Rap-A-Lot and "II Trill" lookin fo' a payday
Rollin to "The Chronic," it's feelin like it's Dre Day
I'm cooler than an Ice Cube and you can ask Day Day
Bun B, an O.G. from out the dirty
I'm comin down candy and I'm sittin on them 30's
Your girlie's kinda purty, she actin kinda flirty
I'ma have to take her to the crib and flip her like a birdie
Put on for my city (city) rep it for my block (block)
Like Hook from outta Brooklyn, or Cap from outta Watts (Watts)
Them knots up in my Levis, them Jordans on my toes (toes)
That Coogi's on my back and I'm just tryin to get chose (chose)
S.O.D. Money Gang, sittin on them stacks (stacks)
That LBC O.G. with boppers on the track (track)
And last but never least the Underground King is back
And we tryin to make it crack, that's a fact, pronto (pronto)

Pronto, pronto, you known' 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

All black hooded up, nigga we can get it up
Ya, you can set it up cuz we will neva let it up
And I’ll do it till you get enough, and I beat you dead and red and stuff
What it do, what it is, I see you haven’t read enough
This is the life I chose for me and this is the way I chose to be
A lot of fools is hating me but that’s just the way it’s supposed to be
Never went, against the grain, always banging 20 gang
Stand for something dawg or you gonna fall for anything but later for that
Yeah, I got my swag back, I’m with the Soulja Boy, now nigga bag, back
For them GCs and TCs we in the VIP, blowin on some Laker purple trees
Jerkin knees, workin these cute bad bitches
I think they Vietnamese, we gonna get them for their cheese
Break it down, spread it round, fire a pound
Put it in the air, right now like pronto

Pronto, pronto, you known' 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