Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On/Caught Up

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

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

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

I might rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast
I rock a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap 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',
Blaze up a whole 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 bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, on, can't 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

I'm out to paper count the paper bump some and move
I a trip with my click on a three day cruise
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
They say Snoop Dogg is a fool he got the bitches
And the homey sellin' weed up outta high school

I never break the law, I just bend it
Keep splendid, that's how I intend it
is in session, you might get suspended, shh
If you don't shut the up and listen for a minute

I've in it for life with two kids and a wife
With no tattooes just and stripes, so
do what 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 homies say, on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, on
Yeah, and all the say, ride on, can't get caught up

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

Nigga gimme you got, from your hat
To your contacts, to your socks
Dogg Pound affiliate, naw nigga
Certified branded Cedar Paul

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

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

The homey 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 like a raid one of the got a gauge, come 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, get caught up

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

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

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

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

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

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

'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up?
I know you feel givin' it up
We stop, won't stop, what for
'Cause every other day another nigga to pull a dulo

You know when I was fuckin' with the
It was all bad, it was all good
A nigga had to a breather now I'm Living Single
Like Khadijah 'cause squeeze ya

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