Bad Azz, Kokane, Suga Free - Dogghouse Ridaz lyrics

I read them Dogghouse niggas is Rip ridin'

(YEA)

I'm so proper - I came up
Like a liqour store robber
I'm so LA, 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 niggas, 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')
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 niggas, 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 cuhz
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 niggas, 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
Beotch!