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

We got Snoop Dogg in the tonight
With the homeboy Deee
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay
you say, what 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 an apparatus
'Cause the niggas I with, they all about the cabbage

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

They gon' be and wigglin' ass
Hope you your playa pass
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 dope
You gots to get, the out, that's on the O G D P
(Say what)
And how it is when you fuckin' with me

matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long
float like a nationwide sky pager

Them hoes save us, talk about bein'
On the real, we can deal you playa haters
We hit the spot, every got a block
What you when you take it
To a different type of level that it

Know the dog the hip rocks, steady bangin'
steady sangin' from the gang that we claimin'
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc, you spit that rap?

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

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

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

Man, I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin' it
up to dogghouse swervin' in a bucket
Puffin' on some bomb 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 heat on it
4 Tay on the way, plus the twins is

to set it off bet, it's off the hook
Straight crooks, money off the books
Makin' but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin'
at the house party, fuck goin' clubbin'

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

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

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

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