Back by demand Dope gangsta feel Want a real DJ, a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she or rich She still gettin' a of dicks It don't matter you do or say 'Cause bitch you change my feelin's no way
been across the whole U.S.A. Same ol' hoes on different 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 to blast I might rock a fella like Dame and Grip the and slap your ass it back, automatic clap your ass
Now is how a gangster mash out The homies in the Coupe, me and in the glass house Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', Blaze up a whole and get the ramen with the cotton candy
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 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 say, ride on
I'm out to count the paper bump some bitches and move I take a trip with my click on a three day Spank the corner in the fo', low gettin' low Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes
Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my Impala say Snoop Dogg is a fool 'cause he got the bitches And the little homey sellin' up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I bend it everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it Class is in session, you get suspended, shh If you don't shut the fuck up and for a minute
I've in it for life with two kids and a wife no tattooes just stress and stripes, so I'ma do what I and do what 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, 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, your hat To contacts, T-shirt to your socks Dogg Pound affiliate, naw nigga branded Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin', and blue all day All night all with heaters, Mac-11's millimeters, whattup Big Nate I got a that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate and I don't Near a one of bitches is proper, stash the chopper DPology, D P G but first Snoop Whattup big homey with the swoop
The jumps in whips out the four pound we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down It's I had in mind, let's get paid hit the spot 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 homies say, on Yeah, and all the say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, get caught up
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, on
Let me holler at y'all for a man I mean this is gettin' real deep We got that be misrepresentin' I mean, motherfuckers you know that DPG
Is a motherfuckin' football game or a team or somethin' Niggaz on and shit like they free agents And just leavin' when they want to nigga ain't no game This is a motherfuckin' way of
DPGC, Pound Gangsta, nigga The fuck wrong these niggaz man? Niggaz be straight tryin' to put little twist down, holla at 'em But you we tryin' to stay two steps Ahead of the game baby, Let me at y'all for a minute, especially you
You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check shoes Nigga this Hollywood, the House of Blues the Dogg House so regroup your troops And tell 'em Kurupt and Snoop
Fuck crew it's on I take your Brome It's Don in the Chronic zone I turn your dubs into nickels I'm chillin' I melt your rhymes into icicles while I'm
Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, up? I know you like givin' it up We can't stop, won't stop, for 'Cause other day another nigga tryin' to pull a dulo
You when I was fuckin' with the hood It was all bad, it was all good A nigga had to a breather now I'm Living Single Like Khadijah 'cause they'll ya
Fuck a fish, I put my dick in your bitch And a wish, ha hah Nigga that's shit with the gangsta twist Yeah, Dogg Pound