Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ R. Kelly Album: Doggumentary Song: Platinum Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: R. Kelly] Uhh, 'bout to make the night shine Uhh, Snoop, Kells Platinum through the doors! {*echoes*} [R. Kelly] V-12 rollin, nigga go platinum {*4X*} Swag like a lighter, and I keep my swag lit Man I'm on fire, y'all can't tell a nigga shit V-12 rollin, got some honeys up in it Say your pussy golden, but I only fuck with platinum chicks Only talk platinum shit, only swallow platinum spit Speak my own slang-uage, still I am the real-iest Surrounded by Cîroc, but your boy sippin Hennessy Loves is a hospital, and I was born in V.I.P. Sick and there's no cure, bad case of V.I.P. Still in the game killin, you can call us M.V.P. Whole fuckin club jump, in your cars and follow me This dude from the Chi, and the D-O-double G, we [Chorus: R. Kelly] (Platinum!) Platinum stars (Platinum!) Platinum chicks (Platinum!) Platinum clubs (Platinum!) Platinum rich (Platinum!) Platinum shots (Platinum!) Platinum flights (Platinum!) Platinum cribs (Platinum!) Platinum lights [Snoop Dogg] Let a motherfucker know from the get-go Came through the door slow with a fo'-fo' limpin, crimpin and pimpin Mixin 'em all, fixin to ball, driftin, listen dawg My rap is that, my Cadillac, is drippin wet You can bet, turn it up, roll it up, burn it up Give it back to me, let me show you how to move that, groove that We that, who dat? All in, fall in, ball in, yellin "Dogg he do that, true dat!" Record sales, wholesales, detail, retail You fail, we sell, ding-dong ditch and I'ma ring yo' bell Back in the club with my nephew Kells 25 girls in the Dogg cartel And they do what the Dogg say, crib to the walkway Pimpin on them all day, can't you tell? I'm likin it, lovin it, cubbin it, govern it Drinks up, blunts lit, platinum, boss shit Nigga you know how we do this [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Take it back to the back of the car Mack-mack like mackin 'em hard, like that quote backin 'em hard Rich nigga with a platinum card in a platinum car with mink on the seat Vogues on the feet, hoes on the street Cause they all wanna make that trip to the promised land Lil' mama can, give it to me, like I'm the man Give it to me, like I told you Grab you, flip you, hold you, break you down Stop the press, drop your dress, cause I'm gon' take you down What you think? I got drink and you won't drink right now? Two shots, and now you ready for that ta-tadow And I'm gon' give you that, I know that you diggin that Platinum smile on your face, yeah they know I'm diggin that And I'm likin it, lovin it, cubbin it, govern it Drunks up, blunts lit, platinum, boss shit You know how we do this [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Look at us mob, we at the bar, we goin crazy, WHOA Earth is our turf, we on them jets, leavin them haters, WHOA Snoop poppin bottles, I got models, 'bout to mix it, WHOA I see your man, he causin problems 'bout to fix it, WHOA You cats is sloppy, call me the clean-up man Pimpin's my hobby, first love mic in hand I got a platinum car, I got a platinum chain I got a platinum chick, and she give me platinum brain I ain't gon' bullshit you ladies, it's the real thang While they goin gold, we done went platinum mayne [Chorus]