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

We got Dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy Tray
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay the bay
What you say, you say, huh?
(We do like 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 fuck with, all about the cabbage

Down in yellow brick road my destination, the
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, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay for the whole damn 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 that's how it is when you fuckin' me

Don't how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky

Them hoes save us, talk about 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 of level that it pops

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

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

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

me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
How we it, saggin' in my 5 0 1
Killin' my lungs, keepin' these and bitches 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 little bitch, catch a too

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

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

Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us, now put up your
Just in they rollin' with them coppers

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

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

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