Snoop Dogg, Kurupt - Ride On / Caught Up! lyrics

[Snoop Dogg, Kurupt - Ride On / Caught Up! lyrics]

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Dogg Pound Gangstaville (DPG)
Where all the real G's at? (DPG)
Where the OG's at? (DPG)

A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still eatin' a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change
My feelings no way
I been across the whole USA
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 Damon Dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the Coupe
Me and Snoop in the glass house
Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin)
Blaze up a whole ounce and get
To rammin' with the cocked cannon
Yeah, and all my niggas say ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say ride on
(Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my niggas say ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on out

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
Bank a 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
Homie sellin' weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everything splendid
That's how I intended
Class is in session, you might get suspended
(shhhh) if you don't shut the fuck up
And listen for a minute
I been in it for life
With two kids and a wife
With no tattoos, just stress and stripes
So, I'mma 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 niggas say ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say ride on
(Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my niggas say ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on out

Nigga, gimme everything you got
From your hat to your contacts
T-shirt to your socks
Dogg Pound affiliate? Hell naw, nigga
I'm certified branded see the paw, nigga?
Mash in gray and blue all day
All night, all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters what up, Big Nate?
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate, and I don't think
Nann one of those bitches is proper
Stash the chopper
DPology (DPG) but first call Snoop
What up, big homey? Niggas with the swoop
The homie jumps in, whips out the four pound
When we get there
We shakin all motherfucker 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 niggas say ride, ride on
(Certified)
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say ride on
(Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my niggas say ride, ride on
(Certified)
Yeah, and all the homies say ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say ride on out

Let me holler at y'all for a minute, man
I mean this game is gettin' real deep
We got niggas that be misrepresentin'
I mean, motherfuckers, you know
Thinkin the DPG
Is a motherfuckin football game or
A football team or somethin
Niggas walkin on and shit
Like they free agents
And just leavin when they want to
Nigga, this ain't no game
This is a motherfuckin way of life
DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta nigga!
The fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Niggas 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
Fuck your crew, it's on, I take your Brougham
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, West up
I know you feel like, givin it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what foe
Cause every other day another nigga
Tryin to pull a dulo
You know, when I was fuckin 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
Fuck a feeding fish
I put my dick in your bitch and make a wish
Ha ha nigga, that's gangsta shit
With the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg Pound Gangsta

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