You'z a fo' dis, yeah My dogg hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Eastside shit, y'all know how we get Seven dizzles a wizzle, bigg bow up in the hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, we go again
dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta the alarm And hit the at the forum, let my homies off the yard I shall see the head in charge Push, Bush office, dump 'til they get off us Make them offers, leave niggas in coffins
Can you feel it, my I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta millas Coke killas, it comes to off mic'n wit me I was branded in a gang, fuck havin'
Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools Pop peas, push keys, a stash fo' yo cheese Is it possible that might get jealous? Hell, yeah, they be hatin' on the good fellas
Over of ferocious, West Coast in effect Bang gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck Hold and respect, cold as it get, wanna test ya wife and ya kids, you get the message
Insanity, commanded me to spit Suffer casualties, me, I handle it quick No talkin', C walkin', we the block off Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg
West Coast niggas and we all in yo Gang bang niggas we gon' this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo Dogg Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee Never a ho and run the G A in me Always got a bitch, but never in the front Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' out?
Yeah, about to get crip'd out crazy Blast on all you with the throw away to daily Don't you shoot little mothafucka no mo' That ain't what he said, when he hit the Went through his heart, came out his
You shouldn't been talkin' that shit bitch boy Sayin' the wrong against the real McCoy Didn't know I was a cold blooded If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll ya lata
We exploded, and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed like a pump Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til close it up we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to fuck
Pour late, the way, ain't no bustas here So explicit you can only get it a year Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they the game And let you know from go, we straight came to bang
Put me on a leash if you and I doubt you Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck you? Niggas on the streets gon' talkin' shit about you As long as you clap fool, it's than 'bout too
Fuck wit fools, that ain't paid us And try to turn the homies traitaz Blue rags blue balls, fo' all you hataz I shoot a out to the killas Yeah, them stealas and
them D O double G'z Ain't nobody really wit deez Who let the doggs out? in ya mouth We them people talkin' about
Who let the mothafuckin' out? betta run and hide, we about to ride Who let the doggs out? Who let the doggs out? Who let them Eastside ridaz
Now all the and doggs Who in big balls, say, chips, chips And all the wit extensions In fed conditions, you bitch, you biotch
Hey, who let the mothafuckin' open? Police comin' and we smokin' you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y? Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy
Say mothafucka, woof, mothafucka Mighty his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas up, make about a million a month Hittin' bloods, guns
West Coast and we all in yo house Gang bang niggas, we gon' this bitch out ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Gang who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee Never a ho and run the G A in me Always got a bitch, but never in the seat Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' doggs