Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On/Caught Up

Back by demand
pound gangsta feel
Want a DJ, with a OGA

A bitch is a bitch, she poor or rich
She gettin' a gang of dicks
It don't matter you do or say
'Cause bitch you change my feelin's no way

I've across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' hoes on days
Just ask my big Snoop de Snoop
Bitch you ain't cute all that, woop de woop

I might just rock ya, I afraid to blast
I might a fella like Dame and dash
the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap ass

Now this is how a mash out
The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin',
Blaze up a whole and get the ramen with 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, can't get up

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

I'm out to paper the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', low gettin' low
Now we headed to the in the fo', hoes holler

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

I never ever the law, I just bend it
Keep everythin' splendid, 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
With no just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what I and do what I like
But I won't go to 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 say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, 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 say, ride on

Nigga gimme evrything you got, your hat
To your contacts, T-shirt to socks
Dogg Pound affiliate, naw nigga
Certified branded Cedar nigga

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

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

The homey jumps in out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker
It's what I had in mind, let's get hit the spot
like 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 robbers say, 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 at y'all 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 motherfuckin' football game or a football team or
walkin' on and shit like they free agents
And just leavin' when they want to nigga this no game
This is a motherfuckin' way of

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

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

Fuck your crew on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the zone
I turn your dubs into nickels I'm chillin'
I melt your rhymes into while I'm killin'

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

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

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