Gimme of that g shit goldie loc Yeah, what I'm talkin 'bout Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh huh
Hook 2x: dogg We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the tray-deee Waniac, loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say What you say, huh? (we do like everyday)
4-tay] Did ya get the dank, did ya get the I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank? V.i.p. status, don't an apparatus 'cause the niggas I wit, they all about the cabbage Down in yellobrick road my destination, the remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's They gon be and wigglin ass Hope you brought playa pass Tray-deee, half dead, the twins blaze sacks than big everyday in l.a. 4 tay representin for the damn yae, beeyotch
2nd snoop dogg Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't you gots to get The fuck out, on the o g d p, (say what) And how it is when you fuckin wit me
Don't how you come, use all angles Ties become tangled when the strangles My hookup, rangers Better float a nationwide sky pager Them save us, talk about bein playas On the real we can deal wit you haters We hit the spot, city got a block What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it Know the keep the hip rocks, steady bangin Hoes steady sangin from the gang we claimin Yo, waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap
loc] Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the spot To see if he floatin me up to the dogghouse Hit the weed he lightin, outside niggas is fightin This bomb, I'm Holla at my I know up in the complex Nigga to ride as soon as he get dressed Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool Once again it's on, big Remind me of the place Ladies all over the place, and super laced How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1 Killin my lungs, keepin these and bitches on one
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[tray Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin it Headed up to swervin in a bucket on some bomb from my comrade blue And got my bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki and my locs on Swoopin to some soopafly, my smoke on Nigga loc got the heat on roast it 4 tay on the way plus the is posted Bout to set it off bet off the hook Straight crooks, gettin money off the Makin nothin but that gangsta that niggas lovin Thuggin at the house party, goin clubbin
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loc] Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers Let's all get the money then murder these Cocksuckers, can't stop us Now put up your choppers, just in case they wit them coppers I em down, doggpound for them bitches I be seein you with everytime I'm hittin switches Ice skatin dicthes I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches I be mobbin the road tryin to bag up my bags I'm saggin so I'm tearin up the back of my khakis I'm tryin to reach my dogg red But hoe won't let me know, which way to go I'm movin My chucks only come wit a hundred of walkin Hundred miles of runnin smellin and I'm gunnin nigga Doggpound crip for life And we gon in this motherfucker all damn night
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