Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On/Caught Up

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Dope gangsta feel
Want a DJ, with a OGA

A is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang of
It don't what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change my no way

been across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' on different days
ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop
Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de

I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to
I might rock a like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and your ass
Cock it back, clap your ass

Now is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the house
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin',
up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

Yeah, and all my say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride 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 say, ride on

I'm out to paper count the paper bump bitches and move
I take a with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low
Now we to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler

Top dollar with the gold flea collar in my blue Impala
They say Snoop is a fool 'cause he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high

I ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I it
is in session, you might get suspended, shh
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a

been in it for life with two kids and a wife
With no just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do I feel and do what I like
But I won't go to sleep my heater at night, ride on

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on
Yeah, and all the say, ride 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 homies say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on

Nigga gimme evrything you got, from hat
To your contacts, T-shirt to your
Dogg affiliate, Hell naw nigga
branded Cedar Paul nigga

Mashin', grey and all day
All all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup Big
I got a that gobble up dicks like steak

She lives and I don't think
Near a one of those bitches is proper, the chopper
DPology, D P G but first call
Whattup big niggaz with the swoop

The homey jumps in whips out the pound
we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down
It's what I had in mind, let's get paid hit the
Just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, on

Yeah, and all my say, ride 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 say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on

Let me holler at y'all for a man
I this game is gettin' real deep
We got that be misrepresentin'
I mean, motherfuckers you know that DPG

Is a motherfuckin' football game or a football team or
Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they agents
And just leavin' when they want to nigga ain't no game
This is a way of life

DPGC, Pound Gangsta, nigga
The fuck wrong with these niggaz
Niggaz be tryin' to put they little twist down, holla at 'em
But you know we to stay two steps
Ahead of the game baby,
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, you

You done in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes
Nigga ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues
It's the Dogg House so regroup your
And tell 'em it's Kurupt and

your crew it's on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the Chronic
I turn your dubs into nickels I'm chillin'
I melt your into icicles while I'm killin'

Sell 'em, I 'em, Kurupt, what's up?
I know you feel like it up
We can't stop, stop, what for
'Cause every other day another tryin' to pull a dulo

You when I was fuckin' with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all
A nigga had to a breather now I'm Living Single
Like Khadijah they'll squeeze ya

Fuck a feedin' fish, I put my in your bitch
And a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta shit the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg Pound