Luyện nghe bài hát Eastside Ridaz

You'z a fo' dis, yeah
My hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio
Eastside shit, y'all know how we get
Seven dizzles a wizzle, bow wiggle's up in the hizzle
Fo' bizzle, here we go again

Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna some zest
Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta the alarm
And hit the folks at the forum, let my homies off the
I shall see the nigga in charge
Push, outta office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, leave niggas in coffins

Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm to kill it my niggas
Sound guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas
killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me
I was branded in a gang, fuck techniques

Just ride, not a damn these fools breathe
Pop peas, push keys, a stash fo' yo cheese
Is it possible that might get jealous?
Hell, yeah, be hatin' on the three good fellas

Over dosage of ferocious, West in effect
Bang gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck
Hold and respect, cold as it get, wanna test
ya wife and ya kids, you get the message

Insanity, commanded me to spit
Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it
No talkin', C walkin', we the block off
Lettin' the glock off and up Dogg house

Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas we gon' this bitch out
Eastside and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs

Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee
Never a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the front
Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' out?

Yeah, about to get crip'd out crazy
Blast on all you suckas the throw away to daily
Don't you shoot that little no mo'
That ain't he said, when he hit the chest
Went his heart, came out his elbow

You have been talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong thing the real McCoy
Didn't I was a cold blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, catch ya lata

We exploded, reloaded and it up
Sprayed shots to the crowed a loaded pump
Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til close it up
Then we dippin' wit a sip and hoes to fuck

late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here
So you can only get it once a year
Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they the game
And let you know from go, we straight came to bang

Put me on a leash if you and I doubt you
Ever see here, who gave a fuck about you?
on the streets gon' keep talkin' shit about you
As long as you clap fool, it's than 'bout too

Fuck wit fools, that ain't paid us
And try to turn the homies into
Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you
I a shout out to the killas
Yeah, them and raiders

It's D O double G'z
Ain't really fuckin' wit deez
Who let the doggs out?
DoggHouse in ya
We them niggas talkin' about

Who let the doggs out?
Niggas run and hide, we about to ride
Who let the mothafuckin' out?
Who let the doggs out?
Who let them Eastside out?

Now all the and doggs
Who roll in big balls, say, chips,
And all the wit extensions
In well fed conditions, you bitch, you

Hey, who let the gate open?
Police comin' and we smokin'
you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y?
Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy while we tokin' on the wo'gy,

Say mothafucka, woof, mothafucka
Mighty his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas
Post up, make about a million a
Hittin' bloods, guns

Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas, we turn this bitch out
Eastside and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang who let the doggs out?

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Deee
Never a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the seat
Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' doggs