It's been eighteen years since, I've you on the streets up for parole heard the word this week My cousin, Flip come at home it's been so long Keep ya eyes on the prize, homie keep ya head
Seen in your packages, kite keep you in this caleseri, fat 'till it date So we can it up, so we can spread the ice and The ties of no g's is for sure, you know I it
This is a D.P.G. Is for my homies on parole or And you can catch the homie on vacations for the rainy or so you just bang
To my homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I you got caught One love, East Side, that's how we do D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh to death, we was out, we was rockin', yes But guess what? Now we Snoop Dogg clothin' And every nigga in the click straight
I that we can be, be together real soon I hope we can be, be together real soon (Real )
a little 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 flash Kick, pack, send it 'bout above and pass
All I do is D.P.G. And it like that and hit donuts in the streets Bump it gettn' da to the one two step Make the whole spot stop, been hittn' the ball Me and ridin' side by side Nate and Snoop ridin' one in front from
To my young homeboy, who ain't never out a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught One love, East Side, that's how we do 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 clothin' And nigga in the click straight rollin'
I hope that we can be, be real soon I hope that we can be, be together soon (Real )
Out up on the tryn' come on up Got sleepin' and got cut the hell up Just tryn' to make some money hit my for my baby then live right
Got me a room and a of rocks Raised on the street, yes, the school of knocks Nigga better pay me, or not Findin' bodies all on your block
Nigga gotta get paid and on the real Broke,wanna smoke, then you know how I I the real gangsta's and that's on the real Got blacked up while chasing the
To my young homeboy, who never gettn' out Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I 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 rockin' Dogg clothin' And every nigga in the click straight
I hope that we can be, be together real I that we can be, be together real soon (Real )