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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
the homeboy Tray Deee
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay
you say, what 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 need an
'Cause the niggas I with, they all about the cabbage

Down in yellow brick my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin' remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin' for the wizard, creepin' 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 half dead, the twins blaze
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the whole damn yae,

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 that's how it is when you fuckin' me

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

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

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

Park my and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin' with me up to the
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little 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 then the carpool lane
Once again on, big chiefin'

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

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

House shoes with the blue 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 twins is

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

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

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

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

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