Uh-huh

Yeah, Dogg House

Oh, serious? haha

Oh, I ain't know about all that

Man, word on the street is (Yeah) a muthafucker

Keep my ear to the street as much as possible

Got to

Found out

Check it, homie

Everywhere I go

I got **** and bitches on my dick tryna take my shit, now

I don't really know

But I try to keep my head to the skitta, slice my piece of pitta

What ya'll hatin' for?

You better get up, get out, and get your own, ****

Pick up the phone, and

Holla at your folks

Young locs in the hood, mashin' Dogg House, fuck them other fools

D-O-double G

Kick back, blaze a sack and catch a muthafuckin' Big Mack attack, we

Blazin' up the dough

It'll hurt you, nuttin' but purple in my circle

To the day we die

We gon' get money, bitches, and high

Dogg House Gangsta Crip

Right back up in your muthafuckin' ass for the year 2-G, bitch

What ya'll wanna do?

Seems like, these **** wanna talk all night

What we gonna do?

We ain't gon' say nuttin' more, we gon' get with ya'll, on sight

That's how I suppose to see

So all that straggling in the gate tryna get close to me

Ya'll **** need to stop

Tryna flip the Hip-Hop script, I snap, crackle, and POP

Tell your friends and foes

It's a whole new year, situation, and I'm still hatin' hoes

Will it ever stop?

Look, I really don't know but on the up, I doubt that, loc

Now what about your hood?

Man, I'm doin' mine, they doin' their's, so I guess It's all good

And what about your crew?

Shit, my crew is Tha Eastsidaz, fool, I thought you knew

Dogg Pound ain't the same

Yeah, them **** split up and did they own thang

And went and made their own gang

Money is thicker than blood?

That's fucked up, but on the real, that's how it is, cuzz, damn

The world just ain't the same?

And come to find out these **** crossing out my muthafuckin' name

So what am I to do?

I pay 'em no mind, continue to shine, everything's fine

In G-O-D we trust

That's why ya'll suckers can't touch us, touch us

Meechy made the beat

And you know when we get together, shit, we like bread and meat

We comin' with the heat

Close your mouth, 'cause Dogg House definitely turnin' it out

And what about the cops?

I paid them and the ones I didn't, I slayed them, haha

Will it ever stop?

It's like askin' "Who is it?" before a **** even knock

The game is here to stay?

And I'm here to change the rules 'cause I'm a player that loves to play

Did you thank the Lord today?

Think I didn't? And on that note, young loc, I'm gettin' ghost

Why you tell the truth?

'Cause I'm hundred twenty proof, from the turf to the roof

Bigg Snoop

Peace, peace, peace