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Gimme some of that G Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin'
Yeah, check out y'all, uh huh, huh

We got Snoop Dogg in the tonight
With the Tray Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay the bay
What you say, what you say,
(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, need an apparatus
'Cause the I fuck with, they all about the cabbage

in yellow brick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin' remys, 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 strippin' and ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray Deee, half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the whole damn yae,

Dogghouse, it out and if you ain't dope
You gots to get, the fuck out, on the O G D P
(Say what)
And that's how it is when you with me

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

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

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

Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he floatin' me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
This bomb, I'm

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

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

Man, I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin' it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin' in a
Puffin' on some bomb my comrade blue
And got my little bitch, a contact 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 twins is

'Bout to set it off bet, it's off the
Straight crooks, money off the books
Makin' nothin' but that gangsta shit that niggas
Thuggin' at the party, fuck goin' clubbin'

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 they rollin' with them coppers

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

I be mobbin' 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 let me know, which way to go, I'm movin' slow

My chucks come with a hundred miles of walkin'
Hundred miles of runnin', smellin' funny and I'm nigga
gangsta crip for life
And we gon' party in this motherfucker all damn