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What up?

Whoop -de -whoop

Bouncin'

Swervin'

Yee -ah, and all the bitches say, yee -ah

And all the wadders say, yee -ah

And all my niggas say, yee -ah

And all the homies say, yee -ah

And all the bitches say, yee -ah

I'm off the paper, count the paper, bump some bitches and move

I take a trip, work my click on the three day cruise

Banker cornerin' the force, sittin' low, gettin' low

Now we headed to the store in the 4

4's holla, top dollar with the gold flea collar

Dippin' in my blue Impala

They say Snoop Dogg is a fool

Cause he got the bitches and the little homies selling weed up out of high school

I never ever break the law, I just bend it, keep everything splendid, that's how I intend it

Class is in session, you might get suspended if you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute

I've been in it for life, with two kids and a wife

With no tattoos, just stress and stripes

So, I'ma do what I feel and do what I like

But I won't go to sleep without my heat at night

Right on, yeah

And all my niggas say

Right on, yeah

And all the homies say

Right on, yeah

And all the bitches say

Right on, yeah

And all the riders say

Right on, yeah

And all my niggas say

Right on, yeah

And all the homies say

Right on, yeah

And all the bitches say

Right on, yeah

Nigga, give me everything you got

From your hat to your contacts, t -shirt to your socks

Dog pound affiliate, hell nah, nigga

We're certified branded, see the paw, nigga

Mashed and gray and blue all day

All night, all heated with heaters

Mack 11s, 9mm

What up, Big Nate?

I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak

She lives upstate

And I don't thank niggas

One of those bitches is proper

Stack the chopper, DP -ology

But first call Snoop

What up, big homie?

Nigga, spit a swoop

The homie jumps in, whips out the full pound

When we get there, we shaking the whole motherfucker down

That's what I have in mind, let's get paid

Hit the spot just like a raid

One of the homies got a gauge

Come on

Yeah, and all my niggas say

We're certified

Yeah, and all the homies say

Alright

Yeah, and all the bitches say

Brand, yeah

And all my niggas say

Don't get caught up, caught up

Yeah, and all the homies say

Right on

Yeah, and all the bitches say

Right on

Yeah, and all the riders say

Right on

Yeah

Let me holla at y 'all for a minute, man

I mean, this game is getting real deep

You got niggas that be misrepresenting

I mean, motherfucker

You know, thanking the DPG

It's a motherfucking football game

Or a football team or something

Niggas walking on and shit like they're free agents

And just leaving when they want to

Nigga, this ain't no gang

This is a motherfucking way of life

DPGC

Dog Pound Gangster Gangster

Nigga

What the fuck's wrong with these niggas, man?

Niggas be straight trying to pick that little twist down

But you know, we trying to stay two steps ahead of the game, baby

You know

Let me holla at y 'all for a minute

Especially you

You just stepped in some dog shit

Check your shoes

Nigga, this ain't Hollywood

The House of Blues

It's the Dog House

So regroup your troops

And tell them

It's corrupt and smooth

Fuck your coop, it's on

I take your broom

It's Don Corleone in the chronic zone

I turn your dubs into nickels

While I'm chillin'

I melt your rhymes into icicles

While I'm chillin'

Sell em'

I tell em'

Corrupt and what's up?

I know you feel like giving it up

We can't stop

Won't stop

What for?

Cause every other day got another nigga trying to pull a doula

You know

When I was fucking with the hood

It was all bad

Thought it was all good

A nigga had to take a breather

Now I'm living single

And I could tease ya

Cause they'll squeeze ya

Fuck, I'm feeding fish

I put my dick in your bitch

And make a wish

Ha ha

Nigga, that's gangster shit

With the gangster twist

Yeah

Dog pound gangster

Gangster