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Yeah, Dogg House, oh
Well, I didn't know all that
I keep my industry as much as
out, check out

Everywhere I go, I got and bitches on my dick
to take my shit now, I don't really know
But I try to my head to the skitta slice my piece of hitta
Whatcha hating for? You better get up, get out and get own
Nigga pick up the phone and at your folks
Young locs in the hood, mashing House
Fuck other fools

D O double G, back, blaze the sack
I catch a big, Mack Attack
We blazing up the
It'll you nothing but purple in my circle
To the day we die we don't get money, and high
Dogg Gangsta Crip
Right in your muthafucking ass for the R 2 G, bitch

What wanna do?
Seems like these niggas talk all night
we gonna do?
We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get y'all, on side

how suppose to see
So all that straggling in the gate trying to get to me
Y'all niggas need to stop trying to the hip hop scrip
I and crackling pop

Tell your friends and
It's a whole new and situation and I'm still hating hoes
Will it ever
Look I really know but on the up I doubt that, loc

Now, about your hood?
Man, I'm doing mine they're doing there's so I It's all good
And, what your crew?
Shit, my crew it's Eastsidaz' and fool, I thought you knew

Dogg Pound the same?
Yeah, them niggas split up and did they own
And went made own gang
Money is than blood?

That's fuck up but on the real how it is 'cause, damn
The world just the same?
And come to find out this crossing out my muthafucking name
So am I to do?
I put it on mind continue to everything fine

In G O D we
That's why y'all can't touch us, touch us
you made the beat
And you know when we get
Shit, we like and meat

We with the heat
Close your mouth Dogg House is definitely turning it out
And about the cops?
I pay them and the I didn't I slaved them

it ever stop?
It's like asking, "Who is it?" a nigga even knock
The game is to stay?
And I'm here to change the rules I'm a player that loves to play

Did you thank the Lord
Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting
Why you the truth?
'Cause I'm hundred twenty from the turf to the roof
Bigg Snoop, pace, pace,