Tha Eastsidaz, Bugsy Siegel - Give it 2 'Em Dogg lyrics

Give it up, give it up nigga
You know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin
Lackin we usin dubs for the subs and 15's
For the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie
If I get a little bigger
Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto
And if you disagree with me
Watch out for my hollows booyaka, booyaka
That's the sound from a cannon
Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead
Right where you're standin
You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't
You too busy ridin nuts fool
Get out the paint
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg)
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang)

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty
Ya herdy, was servin, birdies
For herby and scrappy
That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him
That's probably how rumors get started
See niggas be yappin off at the mouth
And don't be havin their heart in
Suckers, that's probably why I
Stay in the hills
And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel
I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin
Nigga throw me somethin
Shit I'm doin badder than you
And I ain't even fakin or frontin
So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin
I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse
Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches
C'mon bitches

We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet
Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death
Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag
Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass
Never ask would I mash with
The tray on my neck
And my status been a classic
I stay on the set let it rain, let it drip
Turn the change to chips never nervous
Stay in service from this gangsta shit
Cool time on the grind never mind the danger
Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler
Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys
Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys
We in this business to win
This whatever the cost goldie Loc, Snoop
And Tray Deee you're never to cross
Motherfuckers