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

We got Dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy 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 I fuck with, they all about the cabbage

Down in yellow brick road my destination, the
Toastin' remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin' for the wizard, through 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 blaze sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the 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 tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
Better like a nationwide sky pager

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

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

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

Holla at my folks, I know up in the
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get
Now we ready to roll, hit the then the carpool lane
Once 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, sayin' fuck it
Headed up to swervin' in a bucket
Puffin' on bomb from my comrade blue
And got my bitch, catch a contact too

House shoes the blue 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, plus the is posted

'Bout to set it off bet, it's off the
Straight crooks, gettin' off the books
Makin' but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin'
Thuggin' at the house party, goin' clubbin'

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

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

I be mobbin' down the road 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 let me know, which way to go, I'm movin' slow

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