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Gimme some of G shit Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh, huh

We got Dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy Tray
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay
you say, what you say, huh?
(We do this everyday)

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 an apparatus
'Cause the niggas I with, they all about the cabbage

Down in yellow road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin' remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin' for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball

They gon' be strippin' and ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

Dogghouse, turnin' it out and if you dope
You gots to get, the out, that's on the O G D P
(Say what)
And that's how it is you fuckin' with me

Don't how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long
Better float like a sky pager

Them hoes us, talk about bein' playas
On the real, we can deal you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you makin' you take it
To a different type of level it pops

Know the dog the hip rocks, steady bangin'
Hoes steady sangin' from the gang that we
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, Loc, won't you spit that rap?

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, little niggas is fightin'
bomb, I'm likin'

Holla at my folks, I know up in the
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the then the carpool lane
again it's on, big chiefin'

Remind me of the place
all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we it, saggin' in my 5 0 1
Killin' my lungs, keepin' these homies and on one

Man, I got warrants, bad tax, sayin' fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin' in a
on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch, a contact too

House shoes the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin' to soopafly, gettin' my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on it
4 Tay on the way, the twins is posted

to set it off bet, it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin' off the books
Makin' nothin' but that shit that niggas lovin'
Thuggin' at the house party, fuck clubbin'

Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us, now put up choppers
Just in case they rollin' them coppers

I shut 'em down, for them bitches
I be you with snitches every time, I'm hittin' switches
Ice skatin' ditches
I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches

I be down the road tryin' to bag up my bags
I'm saggin' so hard, I'm tearin' up the of my khakis
I'm tryin' to my dog dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go, I'm movin'

My only come with a hundred miles of walkin'
Hundred miles of runnin', smellin' funny and I'm gunnin'
Doggpound gangsta crip for
And we gon' party in this all damn night