Doggyland

Now if you tired of the hard work Tears and sweat And you breakin' your neck And you still up in debt Walkin' round town all strapped in Niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did Two strikes none left, out of breath Livin' in the city, it's a jungle yo All this deception on top of stress You havin' more problems than a algebra test You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent And now yo' baby, momma trippin' she want 50 percent It's a thin line, between yours and mine The difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime Now, I know a place where Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline Come and go with me Here ye, here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby Come and go with me to Doggyland (To a place that be, call it LBC) Hehehe Oh, your homies think you're funny? Doin' stick ups for moneys Just to impress the honeys (this is for the honeys) Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack You got two strikes, but you right back up to bat You all about yo' money and got something to sell But if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell You chillin' wit yo' feet up Someone hated but baby without the homies And that's when you got beat up Because you can't be out there doin' low (doin' low) And then right gather up yo' crew and roll Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt Somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt But see, I know a place where You might wanna be And I can take you there Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline Come and go with me Here ye, here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby Come and go with me to Doggyland (To a place that be, call it LBC) (I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby) Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit' ya' baby Lemme holla, to a little home boy real quick 'Cause he travelin' in the fast lane Fuck your Grace Stop the life it seem that we are on Time to slow your roll Let Doggyland be your new home Stop the life it seem that we are on Time to slow your roll Let Doggyland be your new home Doggyland is the town where it's goin' diz-owne (It's goin' down) Everything is free And ain't no HIV (What?) And niggas don't kill one another (Oh, really why is that?) Because a brother is a brother (And what about the mothers?) They queens, righteous Man, heaven must be like this Green aroma like the grass in the summertime Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time And oh, yeah, I'm the big O-K'er I'm smarter than the senator Bigger than the mayor Heaven on Earth It's like a prayer And you can't get in without yo' gold card You got to be a player Now you know a place where You gots to be and I took you there Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline Come and go with me Here ye, here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby Come and go with me to Doggyland (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby Here ye, here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby Here ye, here ye, come one, come all (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby (To a place that be, call it LBC) I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby (To a place that be, call it LBC)