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Gimme some of that G Goldie Loc
Yeah, what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh, huh

We got Dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay the bay
What you say, you say, huh?
(We do this everyday)

Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
Yeah, I got the dank, you got the gas in the
V.I.P. status, don't need an
'Cause the niggas I fuck with, they all the cabbage

Down in yellow brick my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin' remys, jimmies, we goin' all out
Lookin' for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's

gon' be strippin' and wigglin' ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin' for the damn yae, beeyotch

Dogghouse, turnin' it out and if you ain't
You gots to get, the fuck out, on the O G D P
(Say what)
And how it is when you fuckin' with me

Don't matter how you come, use all
Ties tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long
Better float like a nationwide sky

Them save us, talk about bein' playas
On the real, we can deal you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you makin' you take it
To a different of level that it pops

Know the dog the hip rocks, steady bangin'
Hoes steady from the gang that we claimin'
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, Loc, won't you spit that rap?

Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies
To see if he with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, little niggas is fightin'
This bomb, I'm

Holla at my folks, I know up in the
Nigga to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store then the carpool
Once again it's on, big

Remind me of the place
Ladies all over the place, and super laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin' my lungs, keepin' these homies and on one

Man, I got warrants, bad tax, sayin' fuck it
up to dogghouse swervin' in a bucket
Puffin' on some from my comrade blue
And got my bitch, catch a contact too

House shoes the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin' to some soopafly, gettin' my on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the on roast it
4 Tay on the way, plus the is posted

'Bout to set it off bet, it's off the
Straight crooks, gettin' off the books
Makin' nothin' but that gangsta shit that niggas
Thuggin' at the house party, goin' clubbin'

Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us, now put up your
in case they rollin' with them coppers

I shut 'em down, for them bitches
I be seein' you with every time, I'm hittin' switches
Ice over ditches
I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get riches

I be down the road tryin' to bag up my bags
I'm saggin' so hard, I'm tearin' up the of my khakis
I'm to reach my dog dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go, I'm slow

My chucks only come a hundred miles of walkin'
Hundred miles of runnin', smellin' funny and I'm gunnin'
Doggpound crip for life
And we gon' in this motherfucker all damn night