Back by popular Dope pound feel a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, she poor or rich She gettin' a gang of dicks It don't what you do or say bitch you can't change my feelin's no way
I've been across the U.S.A. Same ol' on different days ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute with all that, de woop
I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to I might rock a fella Dame and dash Grip the heater and slap ass it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster out The homies in the Coupe, me and 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 say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, 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 count the paper bump some bitches and I a trip with my click on a three day cruise Spank the in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', holler
Top with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala They say Snoop Dogg is a fool he got the bitches And the little homey sellin' up outta high school
I never break the law, I just bend it everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it Class is in session, you get suspended, shh If you don't shut the up and listen for a minute
I've been in it for life two kids and a wife With no just stress and stripes, so I'ma do what I and do what I like But I go to sleep without my heater at night, ride on
Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, on Yeah, and all the say, ride 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
Nigga gimme evrything you got, from hat To contacts, T-shirt to your socks Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw Certified branded Paul nigga
Mashin', and blue all day All night all with heaters, Mac-11's Nine millimeters, Big Nate I got a bitch that gobble up dicks steak
She lives upstate and I think Near a one of bitches is proper, stash the chopper DPology, D P G but first call Whattup big homey with the swoop
The homey jumps in 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 say, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the say, ride on, can't get caught up
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, on
Let me holler at for a minute man I mean this is gettin' real deep We got niggaz be misrepresentin' I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin' DPG
Is a football game or a football team or somethin' Niggaz walkin' on and like they free agents And just leavin' when they want to nigga this ain't no This is a motherfuckin' way of
DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, The fuck with these niggaz man? be straight tryin' to put they little twist down, holla at 'em But you know we tryin' to two steps Ahead of the 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
your crew it's on I take your Brome It's Don in the Chronic zone I turn your dubs into while I'm chillin' I melt your rhymes into while I'm killin'
'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up? I you feel like givin' it up We stop, won't stop, what for 'Cause every other day another tryin' to pull a dulo
You know when I was fuckin' the hood It was all bad, thought it was all A had to take a breather now I'm Living Single Like Khadijah they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a fish, I put my dick in your bitch And a wish, ha hah Nigga that's gangsta shit the gangsta twist Yeah, Pound gangsta