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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 Snoop Dogg in the house
With the homeboy Tray
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay the bay
What you say, 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 need an
'Cause the niggas I with, they all about the cabbage

Down in brick road my destination, the dogghouse
remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin' all out
Lookin' for the wizard, through the fog
Got bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball

They gon' be and wigglin' ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the damn yae, beeyotch

Dogghouse, turnin' it out and if you 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 with me

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

Them hoes save us, about bein' playas
On the real, we can deal with you playa
We hit the spot, every got a block
What you when you take it
To a different type of that it pops

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

my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin' me up to the dogghouse
Hit the he lightin, outside little 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 then the carpool lane
again it's on, big chiefin'

Remind me of the place
all over 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 bomb from my comrade blue
And got my bitch, catch a contact too

House shoes with the blue khaki and my locs on
Swoopin' to some soopafly, my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the 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' money off the
Makin' nothin' but that gangsta that niggas lovin'
Thuggin' at the party, fuck goin' clubbin'

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

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

I be mobbin' down the road tryin' to bag up my
I'm so hard, I'm tearin' up the back of my khakis
I'm to reach my dog dirty red
But this hoe let me know, which way to go, I'm movin' slow

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