CharlieRED - All The Way (Pimp Hop) lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Hook: CharlieRED] If you gon' go, darling, go all the way I wanna see Listen, baby If you gon' go, darling, go all the way I just wanna see, baby [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Step right in, come on down see you's a bad girl And I'mma put you on your knees then your back girl I burn you out, I flip you out, I turn you out And show you 'bout some freaky sh** that you ain't never knew about Yes sir, you know I heard all about you I'm here to re-route you, need to see what that mouth do Virgin-a-listic, imperialistic I got a t-shirt full of your lipstick Go down, boo, go ahead and kiss it I'm about to explode don't you miss it A whole mouth full, don't be scared and don't be bashful One more question that I must ask you Do you like or love it when I smash you? Bring your girlfriends cause you have to Now go away and get it, now bring it right back, boo Go [Hook] [Verse 2: Wais P] Platform Persians, Panamera swervin' See a fly b**h, had a Porsche, U-turnin' Dropping off, picking off, baby, get my digits up Buy her a Birkin now maybe you can visit her About to finish her, you f**ing free her I pick her up, switch her to a Benz from a Kia And I don't need her, I put money before divas That's how I'm rocking fur, somebody run tell PETA Who cares? New Airs, Louie loafs for the public What I rap about I really got, look and judge it I'm like the Jim Morrison without the chorus in Type of cat to drink til I black, wake up and pour again It's war again, Benz 550's what we touring in If you gon' go then hit the [pole?] and pour it in It ain't a chore again, it should be natural Factual, it's like if your money slow, I slap you, ho [Hook] [Verse 3: Ransom] I'm pimping without the limp, what's the pasta without the shrimp? What's the chopper without the inf, never pop up without my mink It's waist lift, most y'all n***as is straight simps And I don't deal with change unless it's gon' make sense I'm finessing this great Bent and I ain't gotta drive it A million in wardrobe and I ain't got a closet And we flying private, first cla** even Thirst cash season, first cla** heathens I'm a violent pimp, I slap til my palm hurt All you see is some blood, a track and a Converse A long hearse if you skimming of the top I'm big pimping like Hov with women on the yacht Ten linen on the [?], rims spinning on the drop A hundred on the band, hand spinning on the watch Clam dinners on the spot, Castellano Mano e mano, take ten paces, let off a hollow [Hook]