Shabba doo Bad Azz, this is another Dogghouse good in here, baby
If a ran up on you Bad Azz, tell me would you do We get ready 2 That Dogghouse Gangsta
Psycho like no niggaz So up the doo-doo We get ready 2 That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,
at a playa when you see me in the streets I'm often traffic to get it 'cuz a nigga gotta eat We can holla if it's 'bout my plate I feel killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late
about weight when you workin' smart shit it don't flip right Put the wrong ties and dees, it won't right Get the blunt for the weed it won't hit right And money don't grow on trees so I look like
moves, can't lose if I do it that way Fuck a fight, nobody fin' to put they gat away That's fast lane, lil' kids here to blow your away at a playa when you see me in the streets
Who got the cell for sale? Who got it crackin' with the Who got the club with the top and parks for cars?
The Ese homies do the paint and shop in the yard Who got the hook-up the burned out 2 way pagers? Can you me a vest or a infrared laser? See me, I'm just a brother everything made for
If a ran up on you Bad Azz, me what would you do We get ready 2 Dogghouse Gangsta Gang
Psycho like no Dogghouse So fire up the We get 2 bang That Dogghouse Gang, Westcoast
Holla at a playa when you see me on the I'm often tryin' to get it 'cuz a nigga gotta eat We can holla if it's 'bout my plate I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't
It's about weight, fuck a few move freight And you doublin' your money if you it upstate Once you town get the prices on the pound Shoot the number to your boy him come on down
With a few of who know money like y'all All Lakers say is, "Damn, niggaz is ballin'" Y'all back callin' all round here to have to bring two Glocks 'round here It's five different gangs and the cops 'round here
And today Long Beach's as crazy as it is And maybe we'll live, if we ever see it Believe it and how they get ain't no secret But they gon' try to it from you when they see you
Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on I was destined with no paper and no hoes Now I got in the show biz glow
So holla at a playa you see me in the streets Don't let the green grab fool you, to test me with some heat bye-bye you outta here, gon' see you later When I'm still here a small of everything major