a g ride What set you from Loc what set you from ride? Rip van winkle sleepin' nigga woke up and became a G But you still don't impress tha e-z Smoke
tha rest can fuck with E 'Cuz I?m tha og that?ll bring ya down Tha Devils son in law king of, tha underground Good to go with tha flow that I throw Giving
me bail on these ho's in floss mode Tha life of a Boss Playa, fuck what ya thought tho' My enemies deceased, die like a bitch When my album hit tha streetz
Yeah, Death Row (Give it up, one time) Yes, to the man sing Them all beats they're crucial (Give it up) Dogg Pound [Unverified] Nobody moves, freeze!
., I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin, made niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
, riders and punks Which side are you on? Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'? You nigga still breathin'?
he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still
a groupie She was just a groupie She was just a groupie She was just a groupie She was just a groupie Beeyatch I come thru with the humps, I thump tha
I get mo' sex than a papsmear, I can do dat I still got rocks on my wrist, I can do dat I still never shop for a chick, I can do dat I still got dem
triple gold, see hoes With weed with me and my amigo [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: The Luniz, Tha Dogg Pound] [Knumbskull] Who did that, who shitted Who spoke on the ghetto row
more like Top Ramen The flow is noodles, I throw it up like vomit And I still shine like diamonds They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still
like Top Ramen The flow is news, I throw it up like vomit And I still shine like diamonds They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still
.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
beatin' tha predator Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya Brotha's livin' on death row life is really real like How do ya cope with tha
-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think "Big" as if I was wanted on death row We tha world famous, murder
We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there Funeral, front row
(Blaze up) [Oh yeah] World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop [Sucka] [Nothin but the cavi] Hey, Daz [Sup] Check