Gimme some of g shit goldie loc Yeah, that's I'm talkin 'bout Yeah, check out y'all, uh huh huh
Hook 2x: snoop We got snoop in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay the bay, what you say you say, huh? (we do this 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, all about the cabbage in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse Toastin remys, jimmies, we goin all out for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be and wigglin ass Hope you brought your playa Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze Bigger than big in l.a. 4 tay representin for the whole yae, beeyotch
2nd hook: dogg Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you dope 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 how you come, use all angles become tangled when the cutthroat strangles My hookup, long Better float like a sky pager Them save us, talk about bein playas On the we can deal wit you playa haters We hit the spot, every got a block What you makin when you take it to a different of level that it pops Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady steady sangin from the gang that we claimin Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, loc won't you spit that rap
loc] Park my shit and out, I'm at the homies 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 folks I know up in the ready to ride as soon as he get dressed Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the lane Once it's on, big chiefin Remind me of the noisiest Ladies all over the place, and niggas super How we like it, in my 5 0 1 Killin my lungs, keepin homies and bitches on one
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[tray Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin it Headed up to dogghouse in a bucket Puffin on some bomb my comrade blue And got my bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue suit and my locs on Swoopin to soopafly, gettin my smoke on Nigga loc got the heat on roast it 4 tay on the way the twins is posted Bout to set it off bet off the hook Straight crooks, gettin money off the Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that lovin Thuggin at the party, fuck goin clubbin
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[goldie Let me hear you say pimps, banks, Let's all get the then murder these motherfuckers Cocksuckers, they can't us Now put up your choppers, just in they rollin wit them coppers I shut em down, doggpound for bitches I be seein you snitches everytime 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 so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis I'm tryin to reach my dirty red But hoe won't let me know, which way to go I'm movin My only come wit a hundred miles of walkin Hundred miles of runnin smellin and I'm gunnin nigga Doggpound gangsta crip for And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn
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