I read them dogghouse n***az is rip riding
Yes
I'm so proper I came up like a liqour store robber
I'm so l a like the dodgers or the lakers
Man I put money on players
On the corner with the mayor of pomona
So break down b***h in a serious fashion
If the pimping don't kill you than I'm forced to blast ya
It's a paper thang it ain't about the p***y and d**k
It's the difference between you walking and you pushing a whip
See it's a major type of paper caper motivator playa neighbor
Haters hate us I don't give a f**k if you don't play this later
I'm to the strip I gotta check my money makers
Do it to 'em now and save some for later
Dogghouse n***az we ridaz
We always got a car load of b***hes beside us
You punk motherf**kers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol s**t you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
West and eastside up eastsidaz
You might not ever get rich
So you might as well go ahead and bust you a b***h
N***a now if I hang around nine squares
I would be the dif
And if I hang around nine fools feeling loose
I would be the dif
But if I hang around nine projects a mile
I would be the dif
And if I hang around nine rich business men
I would be the dif
Now if I had wings I'd fly
And if if was a fifth I'll be alright
It ain't so sipping in my pimping
They don't know
We got them regulars tricking
We got it cracking on the stroll
And I know sometime when I pee I forget to lift the seat
But she don't cook clean cash every night and her hair's always neat
Nah nah get gon
Don't forget to remind me to whoop your motherf**king
A*s as soon as we get home
Dogghouse n***az we ridaz
We always got a car load of b***hes beside us
You punk motherf**kers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol s**t you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
West and eastside up eastsidaz
Now this is dedicated to hoo bangin slanging
Catch heat from this motherf**king dirty rap game
I won't tell you nothing that you might have been told
I won't sell you nothing that you might have had bought
Just f**k wit cha n***a cause I stay low gold
Quick to blast moms and pops and the dog to to
You don't know me n***a so keep my name out your grill
If I see you on the streets I'm just gong keep it way real
They know again keeping that s**t gangsta cuhz
I got my head on straight with my brain on buzz
Trust a slug when it slip the ak's flip
Squeezing on the trigger yelling rolling twenty crip
Walking through the shadow of death I see my shadow on my left
Grip tight with the heat on my right
Will I make it through these f**ked up situations
I'm headed to dogghouse so d's paper chasing
Motherf**ker
Dogghouse n***az we ridaz
We always got a car load of b***hes beside us
You punk motherf**kers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol' s**t you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
West and eastside up eastsidaz
Yeah bad azz
Nuff said ha ha
Smoke some n***a
Yeah yeah dogghouse
Beotch