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

We got Snoop in the house tonight
With the Tray Deee
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from 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 niggas I fuck with, 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 ball

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

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

matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the 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 city got a
What you when you take it
To a different type of that it pops

Know the dog keep the hip rocks, bangin'
Hoes steady sangin' from the gang that we
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc, you spit that rap?

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 little niggas is
This bomb, I'm

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

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

Man, I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin' it
up to dogghouse swervin' in a bucket
Puffin' on some bomb from my blue
And got my little bitch, catch a too

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

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

Let me hear you say pimps, banks,
Let's all get the money then these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they stop us, now put up your choppers
Just in case they with them coppers

I 'em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be seein' you with snitches every time, I'm 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 to reach 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 of runnin', smellin' funny and I'm gunnin' nigga
gangsta crip for life
And we gon' party in this all damn night