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

We got Snoop Dogg in the tonight
the homeboy Tray Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay 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 brick road my destination, the
Toastin' remys, jimmies, we goin' all out
for the wizard, creepin' through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's

They gon' be and wigglin' ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray Deee, Goldie dead, the twins blaze sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the whole yae, beeyotch

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 how it is when you fuckin' with me

Don't matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled when the strangles
My hookup, long
Better float a nationwide sky pager

hoes save us, talk about bein' playas
On the real, we can with you playa haters
We hit the spot, city got a block
What you makin' when you it
To a different type of level it pops

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

Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is
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
Once again it's on, big

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

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

shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin' to some soopafly, my smoke on
Goldie 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' off the books
Makin' nothin' but that gangsta that niggas lovin'
Thuggin' at the house party, goin' clubbin'

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

I 'em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be you with 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' down the 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 slow

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