It's been eighteen since, I've seen you on the streets You're up for parole the word this week My cousin, Flip come at home damn it's so long Keep ya eyes on the prize, homie ya head strong
Seen in your packages, kite keep you Deep in caleseri, fat 'till it date So we can chop it up, so we can the ice and The ties of no g's is for sure, you know I it
is a D.P.G. dedication Is for my on parole or probation And you can catch the homie on vacations for the rainy or so you just bang
To my young homeboy, who never gettn' out a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught One love, Side, that's how we do ride D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're to death, nonetheless we was out, we was rockin', yes But guess what? Now we Snoop Dogg clothin' And every nigga in the click straight
I hope that we can be, be real soon I hope that we can be, be together soon (Real )
Just a bit of game ain't a damn thang Let the heat around, bang, dogg pound gang Why me, let me show ya how D.P. do G.C. that That's Kurupt, Nate, Snoop, the homies might Kick, pack, send it five above and pass
All I do is D.P.G. And keep it like that and hit in the streets it gettn' da high to the one two step Make the whole spot stop, been the ball next Me and Darren ridin' by side and Snoop ridin' one in front from behind
To my homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got One love, East Side, how we do ride D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're to death, nonetheless we was out, we was rockin', yes But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg And every nigga in the click straight
I hope we can be, be together real soon I hope that we can be, be together real (Real )
Out up on the streets come on up Got sleepin' and got cut the hell up Just tryn' to make some hit my ride for my baby then live right
Got me a room and a of rocks on the street, yes, the school of hard knocks Nigga pay me, ready or not dead bodies all on your block
Nigga gotta get paid and that's on the Broke,wanna smoke, then you how I feel I miss the real gangsta's and on the real Got blacked up while chasing the
To my homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught One love, East Side, how we do ride D.P.G.C, we do or die
Oh yes fresh to death, nonetheless we was out, we was rockin', yes But guess what?, Now we rockin' Dogg clothin' And every nigga in the click straight
I hope that we can be, be together real I hope we can be, be together real soon (Real )