(feat. Jay-Z, Pharrell)    [Hook: Pharell]  Spin around ma  Drop, drop, like it's hot  Drop, drop, like it's hot  Spendin money mang  Drop, drop, like it's hot  Drop, drop, like it's hot  Spin around mommy  Drop, drop, like it's hot  Drop, drop, like it's hot  I got the rollie on my arm  And I'm pourin saun dan  And I roll the best weed  'Cause I got it goin on    [Verse: 1 - Pharrell]  No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching  Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen  You niggas is scratchin, my niggas is itchen  Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons"  Yes, nigga, P stands for polish  None of y'all is fuckin with he, and this is obvious  I'm Ron Artest, layin down to your garbage  While my niggas in the street pushin shit like Ben Wallace  And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands  These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man  I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio  Everything is grande nothing is poquito  Securitys behind me, with the torpedo  'Cause the wrist stay frigid  How you say it? Frio  Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill  And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el    [Hook]    [Verse 2 - Jay-Z]  I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops  All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op  Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh  Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot  But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock  Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op  Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past  Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass  Snitch-ass they made, they can't get the boy  These niggas givin' out cases like a liquore store  Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for it  All the money it made, I'm like forget the law  I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed  Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down)  Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. tell ya lawyer  "Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot"    [Hook]    [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]  (World Wide)  International, nah I'm universal  But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials?  With them big wheels, yeah cuz you do it big  I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is  I never fake the funk, niggas know I ain't no punk  They want beef? Yeah cuz, pop the trunk  We go all the way, we do it lifesize  Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side  Yeah, and she protecting my interest  Now I'm on the move they got me hoppin' these fences  Ay little homie your defence is defencless  A pimp apprentice  Now come here princess (Come here, come here)  I know ya tired of the chit-chatter  It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter  I check money, check niggas, check bitches  Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches (Ziip)    [Hook]