Songtexte: Snoop Dogg. Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way. Eastside Ridaz.
You'z a fool fo' dis, yeah
My dogg hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio
Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down?
Seven dizzles a wizzle, bigg bow wiggle's up in the hizzle
Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again
Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest
Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta ring the alarm
And hit the folks at the forum, let my homies off the yard
I shall see the head nigga in charge
Push, Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins
Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas
Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas
Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me
I was branded in a gang, fuck havin' techniques
Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe
Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese
Is it possible that laws might get jealous?
Hell, yeah, they be hatin' on the three good fellas
Over dosage of ferocious, West Coast in effect
Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck
Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna test
Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the message
Insanity, commanded me to savagely spit
Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick
No talkin', C walkin', we chokin' the block off
Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg house
West Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee
Never loved a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat
Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Yeah, it's about to get crip'd out crazy
Blast on all you suckas with the throw away to daily
Don't you shoot that little mothafucka no mo'
That ain't what he said, when he hit the chest
Went through his heart, came out his elbow
You shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy
Didn't know I was a cold blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata
We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up
Sprayed shots to the crowed like a loaded pump
Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til they close it up
Then we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to fuck
Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here
So explicit you can only get it once a year
Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they change the game
And let you know from here go, we straight came to bang
Put me on a leash if you dare and I doubt you
Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck about you?
Niggas on the streets gon' keep talkin' shit about you
As long as you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too
Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us
And try to turn the homies into traitaz
Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you hataz
I shoot a shout out to the killas
Yeah, them stealas and raiders
It's them D O double G'z
Ain't nobody really fuckin' wit deez
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
DoggHouse in ya mouth
We them niggas people talkin' about
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Who let them Eastside ridaz out?
Now all the locs and doggs
Who roll in big balls, say, chips, chips
And all the women wit extensions
In well fed conditions, you bitch, you biotch
Hey, who let the mothafuckin' gate open?
Police comin' and we still smokin'
What you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y?
Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy while we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy
Say woof mothafucka, woof, mothafucka
Mighty mowed his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas
Post up, make about a million a month
Hittin' bloods, switchin' guns
West Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas, we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee
Never loved a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat
Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
My dogg hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio
Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down?
Seven dizzles a wizzle, bigg bow wiggle's up in the hizzle
Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again
Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest
Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta ring the alarm
And hit the folks at the forum, let my homies off the yard
I shall see the head nigga in charge
Push, Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins
Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas
Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas
Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me
I was branded in a gang, fuck havin' techniques
Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe
Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese
Is it possible that laws might get jealous?
Hell, yeah, they be hatin' on the three good fellas
Over dosage of ferocious, West Coast in effect
Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck
Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna test
Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the message
Insanity, commanded me to savagely spit
Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick
No talkin', C walkin', we chokin' the block off
Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg house
West Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee
Never loved a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat
Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Yeah, it's about to get crip'd out crazy
Blast on all you suckas with the throw away to daily
Don't you shoot that little mothafucka no mo'
That ain't what he said, when he hit the chest
Went through his heart, came out his elbow
You shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy
Didn't know I was a cold blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata
We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up
Sprayed shots to the crowed like a loaded pump
Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til they close it up
Then we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to fuck
Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here
So explicit you can only get it once a year
Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they change the game
And let you know from here go, we straight came to bang
Put me on a leash if you dare and I doubt you
Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck about you?
Niggas on the streets gon' keep talkin' shit about you
As long as you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too
Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us
And try to turn the homies into traitaz
Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you hataz
I shoot a shout out to the killas
Yeah, them stealas and raiders
It's them D O double G'z
Ain't nobody really fuckin' wit deez
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
DoggHouse in ya mouth
We them niggas people talkin' about
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Who let them Eastside ridaz out?
Now all the locs and doggs
Who roll in big balls, say, chips, chips
And all the women wit extensions
In well fed conditions, you bitch, you biotch
Hey, who let the mothafuckin' gate open?
Police comin' and we still smokin'
What you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y?
Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy while we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy
Say woof mothafucka, woof, mothafucka
Mighty mowed his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas
Post up, make about a million a month
Hittin' bloods, switchin' guns
West Coast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas, we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth
Dogg Pound Gang who let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee
Never loved a ho and run the G A in me
Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat
Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' doggs out?
Snoop Dogg
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