Doggy’s Angels, Snoop Dogg - Pop Your Collar 2 Dis lyrics

Yeah baby!Snoop Dogg you done did it again
You shitted on these niggas and bitches
Oh!Doggys Angels westcoast females
Three plus three five plus seven
All dogs go to heaven ladies

Chan loc comin threw and kickin up dust
Loc comin threw, what the fuck
You niggas wannabe clowns
Bitches wanna be down
Oh how you love that sound?I don't think so
It ain't no room no mo'
It ain't no punk in this ho
I throw blows lift muthafuckas off they toes
While y'all givin it slow mo'
I mash for the dough
What the fuck y'all sleepin fo'?
(just cause i'm Chan loc)
Hit the switch on the fo'
As I dips down the backstreets
Come up on the crippest and
The cold of the streets
Hands on yo heat, bulletproof I can't sleep
I got him
So I'm forced to staright take mines
While y'all bust silly ass rhymes
Commit stupid ass crimes
You so-called playas think you got beef?
You muthafuckas know that you can't see me
I'm thugged out from the Dogg House

Where all my West Coast niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where my East Coast niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where my Dirty South niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where my North Coast niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where they at, where they at

Approach, and watch I leave a
Ring around yo throat
Lyrical overdose Cadillac post
Wit hundred spokes
Buckled down from the Moet to the Lex GX
Spoiler kit front and back chrome
Mac one laid back
Thought I wasn't when I was
Cutthroat and main thug
Manuverin major, on point like razors
DK from NY, PO from LB 304s
To dis foes who try to test me
Smoked out lil Eddie Kain when
I'm switichin fo' lanes
Bring pain like Method Man
Don Peaches wit the chain
Stand out wit the neck out toes exposed
Shake the fake when my migrate hoes exposed
Do or die when chestized, fucked in the fame
Who am I?Kola Marion stuck in the game
Seperate the dogs from pups
When static errupts
In the cut like what platinumed
Out and iced up

Now as we mash out intoxicated
Bout to pass out
Chan crushed the purple and Kola
Pulled a ash out
Thirty club century homies followin the pint
(Pulled out the laid X on filth arm on silt)
Hop out like Veng Status
As large as Micheal Jackson
In the VIP liftin cake and gettin it crackin
I'm Conyiacin
(the Farrah Fawcett of the group)
Shake fake bitches tryna creep
Like Kola I crack beats
I so lead this trust, so hatas is excluded
(Only converse wit real hogs, me and my dogs)
Angels keep it at it, like Clicks 40 like Po'
Rolls out the Dogg House, hatas like
"oh no!" frozen over from mice blind
Bitches mean muggin
Talk shit like Chris Rock
I'm G wit it when i'm thuggin
Un-see able click like Don
Carlos stay flossin
(Bitches grab ya hips, niggas grab ya dicks)

We in here, we stay in this muthafucka!
Like I said it's another one baby
You shitted on these niggas Snoop Dogg
Doggy's Angels