Tha Eastsidaz - Dogghouse Lyrics

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Yo ho yo ho

I read them dogghouse niggaz is rip ridin'

Yeah

I'm so proper i came up like a liquor store robber

I'm so l.a. like the dodgers or the lakers

Man i put money on players

On the corner with the mayor of pomona

So break down bitch in a serious fashion

If the pimpin' don't kill you than i'm forced to blast ya

It's a paper thang it ain't about the pussy and dick

It's the difference between you walkin' and you pushin' a whip

See it's a major type of paper caper motivator playa neighbor

Haters hate us i don't give a fuck if you don't play this later

I'm to the strip i gotta check my money makers

Do it to 'em now and save some for later

Dogghouse niggaz we ridaz

We always got a car load of bitches beside us

You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us

The homies on deck with the heaters behind us

Wide up so bonafied up

This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of

The heat for the street from the best suppliers

(west and eastside up eastsidaz)

You might not ever get rich

So you might as well go ahead and bust you a bitch

Nigga now if i hang around nine squares

(i would be the dif')

And if i hang around nine fools feelin' loose

(i would be the dif')

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But if i hang around nine projects a mile

(i would be the dif')

And if i hang around nine rich business men

(i would be the dif')

Now if i had wings i'd fly

And if if was a fifth i'll be alright

It ain't so sippin' in my pimpin'

(they don't know)

We got them regulars trickin'

(we got it crackin' on the stroll)

And i know sometime when i pee i forget to lift the seat

But she don't cook clean cash every night and her hair's always neat

Nah nah get gone don't forget to remind me

To whoop your motherfuckin' ass as soon as we get home

Dogghouse niggaz we ridaz

We always got a car load of bitches beside us

You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us

The homies on deck with the heaters behind us

Wide up so bonafied up

This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of

The heat for the street from the best suppliers

(west and eastside up eastsidaz)

Now this is dedicated to hoo bangin' slangin'

Catch heat from this motherfuckin' dirty rap game

I won't tell you nothin' that you might have been told

I won't sell you nothin' that you might have had bought

Just fuck wit cha nigga 'cause i stay low gold

Quick to blast moms and pops and the dog to to

You don't know me nigga so keep my name out your grill

If i see you on the streets i'm just gon' keep it way real

They know again keepin' that shit gangsta 'cuz

I got my head on straight with my brain on buzz

Trust a slug when it slip the ak's flip

Squeezin' on the trigger yellin' rollin' 20 crip

Walkin' through the shadow of death i see my shadow on my left

Grip tight with the heat on my right

Will i make it through these fucked up situations?

I'm headed to dogghouse so d's paper chasin' motherfucker

Dogghouse niggaz we ridaz

We always got a car load of bitches beside us

You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us

The homies on deck with the heaters behind us

Wide up so bonafied up

This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of

The heat for the street from the best suppliers

(west and eastside up eastsidaz)

Yeah bad azz

'nuff said ha ha

Smoke some nigga

Yeah yeah dogghouse

Biatch

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