Back by demand Dope pound gangsta Want a DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she or rich She still a gang of dicks It don't matter you do or say 'Cause bitch you change my feelin's no way
I've been across the U.S.A. Same ol' on different days Just ask my big Snoop de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute with all that, de woop
I might just rock ya, I ain't to blast I might rock a fella like and dash Grip the heater and your ass Cock it back, clap your ass
Now is how a gangster mash out The in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen the cotton candy
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, on Yeah, and all the homies say, on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, on, can't get caught up
Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
I'm out to paper the paper bump some bitches and move I take a trip with my click on a day cruise Spank the in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low Now we headed to the in the fo', hoes holler
Top dollar with the gold flea dippin' in my blue Impala They say Snoop Dogg is a fool he got the bitches And the little sellin' weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just it Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I it is in session, you might get suspended, shh If you shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I've been in it for life two kids and a wife With no tattooes stress and stripes, so I'ma do what I feel and do I like But I won't go to sleep without my at night, ride on
Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get up
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, on, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
gimme evrything you got, from your hat To your contacts, T-shirt to your Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw branded Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin', and blue all day All night all heated heaters, Mac-11's Nine millimeters, Big Nate I got a bitch that up dicks like steak
She upstate and I don't think Near a one of those bitches is proper, the chopper DPology, D P G but first call Whattup big homey niggaz with the
The jumps in whips out the four pound we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down It's what I had in mind, let's get paid hit the Just a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come on
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, get caught up
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Let me at y'all for a minute man I mean this is gettin' real deep We got that be misrepresentin' I mean, you know thinkin' that DPG
Is a motherfuckin' football game or a team or somethin' Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they agents And just when they want to nigga this ain't no game is a motherfuckin' way of life
DPGC, Dogg Gangsta, nigga The wrong with these niggaz man? Niggaz be straight tryin' to put they little twist down, at 'em But you we tryin' to stay two steps of the game baby, y'know? Let me holler at for a minute, especially you
You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, your shoes Nigga this Hollywood, the House of Blues It's the Dogg House so regroup your And tell 'em it's and Snoop
Fuck your it's on I take your Brome It's Don Corleone in the Chronic I turn your into nickels while I'm chillin' I your rhymes into icicles while I'm killin'
Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, up? I you feel like givin' it up We can't stop, won't stop, for 'Cause every other day another nigga tryin' to pull a
You when I was fuckin' with the hood It was all bad, it was all good A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Living Like Khadijah they'll squeeze ya
a feedin' fish, I put my dick in your bitch And a wish, ha hah Nigga that's gangsta shit with the twist Yeah, Dogg gangsta