Ride On/Caught Up!

Back by popular demand Dope pound gangsta feel Want a real DJ, with a OGA A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich She still gettin' a gang of d**ks It don't matter what you do or say 'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way I've been across the whole U.S.A. Same ol' hoes on different days Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de woop I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast I might rock a fella like Dame and dash Grip the heater and slap your a*s Cock it back, automatic clap your a*s Now this is how a gangster mash out The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the gla*s house Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin' Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler 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 homey sellin' weed up outta high school I never ever break the law, I just bend it Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it Cla*s is in session, you might get suspended, shh If you don't shut the f**k up and listen for a minute I've been in it for life with two kids and a wife With no tattooes 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 heater at night, ride on Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on Nigga gimme evrything you got, from your hat To your contacts, T-shirt to your socks Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw nigga Certified branded Cedar Paul nigga Mashin', grey and blue all day All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate I got a bitch that gobble up d**ks like steak She lives upstate and I don't think Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper DPology, D P G but first call Snoop Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop The homey jumps in whips out the four pound When we get there, we shakin' all motherf**ker down It's what I had 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 niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on Let me holler at y'all for a minute man I mean this game is gettin' real deep We got niggaz that be misrepresentin' I mean, motherf**kers you know thinkin' that DPG Is a motherf**kin' football game or a football team or somethin' Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they free agents And just leavin' when they want to nigga this ain't no game This is a motherf**kin' way of life DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga The f**k wrong with these niggaz man? Niggaz be straight tryin' to put they little twist down, holla at 'em But you know we tryin' to stay two steps Ahead of the game baby, y'know? Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes Nigga this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues It's the Dogg House so regroup your troops And tell 'em it's Kurupt and Snoop f**k your crew it's on I take your Brome 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 killin' Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up? I know you feel like givin' it up We can't stop, won't stop, what for 'Cause every other day another nigga tryin' to pull a dulo You know when I was f**kin' with the hood It was all bad, thought it was all good A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Living Single Like Khadijah 'cause they'll squeeze ya f**k a feedin' fish, I put my d**k in your bitch And make a wish, ha hah Nigga that's gangsta shit with the gangsta twist Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta