Stoplight
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)

[Chorus]
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it (echoes)
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it (echoes)

[Snoop Dogg]
Boggy, boggy, boogy,
I'm going 65, 75, 80
Mashing down the boulevard downtown moving like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping, locking
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winning
Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinning
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two

[Chorus]

Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the four o'clock traffic jam
We goin' be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station naming ya game,
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfucking bagging church

[Snoop Dogg]
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorching
Seen some niggas who love to talk shit
Reach for my thing and my tough compartment
Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music
Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it

Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby

[Chorus: x2]

Oh, no
Tot that track you phone
I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck
And I hate Stoplight
I always make to the next ?McMany?
I told you right I wouldn't see-Walk
Light me out

[Snoop Dogg]
Half past late and I'm still rolling
Real hoeing, make a nigga pocket still swolling
Still going, black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my player's car (why you play so hard?) 'cause I'ma Don
Sipping Moet, smoking Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimping black-red, who let bag to blunt
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
Half tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass
Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive




Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight

Overall Meaning

The song "Stoplight" by Snoop Dogg is a rap song about cruising down the boulevard in a pimped out car. The opening lyrics, "How else could you capture the world If you don't attack from the back To the million march" suggest that Snoop Dogg is willing to go against the mainstream, and attack the world from a different angle. He goes on to talk about cruising in his car, "boggy, boggy, boogy", and "going 65, 75, 80," giving a sense of the speed at which he's driving. Snoop Dogg's lyrics describe himself as a pimp who is on top of his game, "Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winning," and he paints a picture of himself with "four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in." The chorus reinforces the idea that he's only interested in being around people who have money, "When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have a paper right If you come back right then we can boog it."


The second verse has Snoop Dogg imagining himself as a radio DJ, taking requests from listeners stuck in traffic. He uses his platform to promote his music and his lifestyle, asking his listeners to move their groove and trying to convince them to live like he does. The song takes a darker turn in the third verse, with the lyrics, "Oh no Tot that track you phone I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck And I hate Stoplight I always make to the next ?McMany? I told you right I wouldn't see-Walk Light me out." Here, Snoop Dogg's ego is getting the better of him, and he's speaking in a cryptic manner about an enemy who he refers to as "DPG Buck," but it's unclear who this is. In the end, Snoop Dogg's sense of entitlement and confidence prevail, with lyrics like "Half tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left."


Line by Line Meaning

How else could you capture the world
If you don't come from behind, how else could you succeed in this world.


If you don't attack from the back
If you do not take a different path and be creative.


To the million march
I'm talking about myself as the shining example that others should imitate.


When I pull up to the stoplight
When I come to a halt in front of the red light.


I gotta have a paper right
I have to make money.


If you come back right then we can boog it (echoes)
If you have money, then we can celebrate.


Boggy, boggy, boogy,
I'm driving my car at a high speed.


I'm going 65, 75, 80
I'm going way over the speed limit.


Mashing down the boulevard downtown moving like crazy
I'm driving recklessly down the city streets.


In the fast lane, I've been shining
I'm in the lead car and I'm shining brightly.


Trying to keep the timing on the track
I'm trying to keep pace with my plan so that I can be successful.


With the diamond in the back
With my diamond-studded car behind me.


Move roof wide open, scoping, locking
I'm enjoying my day and locking my doors as I drive my car with the roof open.


The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
The women around me are happy and pleased with me.


They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
They can get into the car and just sit in the back seat.


Four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in
Four women are trying to impress me by getting into my car.


Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Work hard, and you will achieve what you want.


Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
The losers should just stay in the dirt, while I succeed and better myself.


I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
I'm in my flashy car, and I'm really back in the game.


One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
I'm a true pimp, and that's how I roll.


Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winning
The back of my car is spinning, and I'm still the winner.


Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinning
The women around me are looking and smiling at me.


Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
The women around me are waiting to be chosen, but everyone must pay their dues to get what they want in life.


Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
I'm always prepared and have a backup plan.


Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
I'm listening to the radio on my car.


In your car up inside the four o'clock traffic jam
I'm in my car, driving through heavy traffic.


We goin' be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop
The radio station is taking song requests, call this number.


Call station naming ya game,
Call the station and request a song.


Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Hello, this is Soopafly calling in to the radio station.


Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
I want to enjoy the Stoplight in my car.


Man that motherfucking bagging church
This is the best thing ever.


You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't touch 'em)
I'm showing off my car, but don't touch its stereo system.


Don't touch 'em hoe!
Don't even think about touching my stereo system.


You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
I'm the one in charge here.


Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the boss, and I'm telling you to sit back and enjoy the ride.


I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is horse
I'm the one who decides, and my backhand can hurt like a horse's kick.


Simple slim, man I'm large
I may be slim, but I'm still a big shot.


Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
My car is so big that it's hard to handle.


Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Be impressive, and you'll get to stay or leave if you can't keep up.


Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
I don't need anyone to slow me down.


My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorching
My expensive car is impressive, and I'm doing great in life.


Seen some niggas who love to talk shit
I've come across some people who love to criticize.


Reach for my thing and my tough compartment
I'll reach for my gun if anyone tries to steal from me.


Dipnap the use it, flashed in my music
I've used my gun to protect myself in the past, and it's flashed in my music.


Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it
People ask me how I've become successful.


First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
I'm the best, and I don't want to lose my position.


Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it
People need to watch out and get out of my way.


Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
You have to dance and show me what you've got.


To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
This is an opportunity to show off and make the most of.


As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
I'm rapping to you and putting dirty thoughts in your head.


If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
If you're driving through the city streets in your car.


Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby
Stop and let me perform my best.


Tot that track you phone
This is an advertisement.


I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck
This is my name and my gang.


And I hate Stoplight
I don't like stopping at red lights.


I always make to the next ?McMany?
I always make it to my destination not bothering about trivial things like red lights.


I told you right I wouldn't see-Walk
I've already said that I ignore stoplights and keep driving through them.


Light me out
I'm never going to stop for a red light.


Half past late and I'm still rolling
It's already late, but I'm still driving.


Real hoeing, make a nigga pocket still swolling
I'm making money and enjoying success.


Still going, black and white tip-toein'
I'm still moving forward and being careful.


Flash in my player's car (why you play so hard?) 'cause I'ma Don
I have a flashy car because I'm the boss!


Sipping Moet, smoking Chron'
I'm drinking expensive champagne and smoking a lot.


Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
I want to see a woman in my car with me.


Pimping black-red, who let bag to blunt
I'm being a pimp, and I'm carrying goods with me.


Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
I'm awake all day and night, so I can't tell the time.


Half tank of gas
My car is almost out of gas.


Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct that ass
I'm rolling down the window and extending my middle finger at someone.


Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
It's getting hot on the streets, so I'm driving fast and burning rubber.


My hoes love to earn my keep
My women earn me money and keep me successful.


It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
I'm almost there, so I'm driving faster.


Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive
I'm driving recklessly and pushing my car to the limit.


Straight onto five, pimp nigga on the rise
I'm merging onto the interstate and feeling confident.


85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight
I'm driving very fast, and I'm ignoring the red lights on the way.




Lyrics © DAZAMATAZ, INC., BRET D. LEWIS DBA SMOKING WORD RECORDS, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BOOTSY COLLINS, DAVID DREW, G BERNARD JR WORRELL, GEORGE JR CLINTON, J S THERACON, JIM VITTI, PRIEST BROOKS, SNOOP DOG

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