W-Balls, your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platinum hits And the is on the streets, and the word is the streets We go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 I'm just a stuburn type of fella a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the
Now is how we do it when we checking the grip Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition smooth as a prism So check it as I kick off in this ass rhythm
It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the And some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, ain't this y'all I got couple relatives up off of
This is about me and Simon, not me and I got love for a of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Face And the homie Har'ron in peace
Big Jay from Park He used to blaze with his after dark On and on, rocking big bone Mausberg, I had to put you on my
It's so real, I had to some love Now back to scrub It about Crip or Blood It's about you bein' jealous of what I
'Cos I it the most The king of the coast in the playin' post I back you down like And bust on ya out the new
And skirt up, bust ya I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card I fucked all groupies When you was doin' time in Snoopy
With the and snitches, no killers just bitches And you was payin' niggaz off with all my You so hardco', why you go to level fo'? Oh I (Bitch!)
But I the mainline everytime I go down You can my G files I do it L.B.C. style I got the word on your You need to just rhymin'
you the biggest star on your label And other niggaz just crumbs off my table You're not able, to with the heat that I drop And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop I yo' shit and I will end yo' shit If you keep talkin' shit on
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get slapped) It all boils down to the fact you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get slapped)
Money, I get it, I got it Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em Money, I get it, I got it Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em
If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be And I'll be money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall to your level Man you worser than
niggas should've said it, fuck 'em But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and it for 'em This a bitch like his wife Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
And I'ma let the whole see 'Cos you up the industry, and that's on me We can go up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I to wet it up
You and artists, tell 'em, shut it up 'Cos I'll fuck last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt See that's my lil homeboy, so he what's up He better it crippin', and slip his clip in
'Cos these niggas trippin', this is business Do the way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected directed, sprayed, covered and protected you butt naked, chicky, check, check it
It's all to the again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the again Spinning real times, spitting that real shit To the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to it Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack (Gon' get slapped) It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the that you're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get slapped)
Money, I get it, I got it Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em Money, I get it, I got it Jealous ass