New Booty - Snoop Dogg

New booty

You gon' be somebody’s sweet cherry pie down there

You better come up here

Shit, I ain’t nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie

You will when they pull a finger out ya ass

Huh?

The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him

The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him

He came in hard, but a little fruity

Walked off soft, you’s a new booty

Walked off soft, he’s a new booty

When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty

You better have some guards, you a new booty

Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty

I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie

When he came home, he was soft as a cookie

It’s rules to this shit, it’s in the gangbang booklet

From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in

Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say

And make sure your niggas is A-OK

A1 from day one, I don’t have to wonder

You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him

The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him

He came in hard but a little fruity

Walked off soft, you’s a new booty

Walked off soft, he’s a new booty

When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty

You better have some guards, you a new booty

Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty

Notice how everything on the streets ain’t in here

Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here)

Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home

Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown

You can’t trust him, him, her, or him either

Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain’t legal

You see, I don’t have to wonder

You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him

The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him

He came in hard but a little fruity

Walked off soft, you’s a new booty

Walked off soft, he’s a new booty

When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty

You better have some guards, you a new booty

Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty

Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall

Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs

'Cause they’ll be the last ones to bail you out

But they’ll be the first ones to sell you out

Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout

Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout

But me, I don’t have to wonder

You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him

The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him

He came in hard but a little fruity

Walked off soft, you’s a new booty

Walked off soft, he’s a new booty

When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty

You better have some guards, you a new booty

Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty

Oh

What the homies gon' say now?

I’m somebody’s bitch