Teach me how to Dougie, new school with the old bounce,

wrist twist, lean back, let the snap roll out.

SoCal sun in my step, Inglewood in my mouth,

C-Dub in the deck, whole hood wanna shout.

Moonwalk through the function, two-step on the clout,

Snapback to the rhythm, watch the crown turn south.

If you stuck in your stance, let this groove pull you out—

just breathe, hit repeat, and Dougie all your doubts.

Teach me how to Dougie, lean back, let the beat bite,

hands swipe low like I’m brushin’ off streetlights,

snapback tilted, vibe glowin’ midnight,

crew in the cut, bass thumpin’ freak-height.

Shoulders rock smooth, soul floatin’ on wax,

step slow, then pop—yeah, that undercover attack.

They watch, they film, they tweet, they beg for the loop,

but you can’t clone this cruise, it’s a backyard coup.

So cue the clap, lace the track with that OG juice—

just bounce, breathe, and let the Dougie set loose.