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