Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Special dedication from the DPGC
To all the homies locked down
Hope that we can be together soon
On some real talk
We used to do it big out here, my nig'
You should see how we doin' it out here now
Check it out
[Verse 2]
It's been eighteen years since I seen you on the street
You're up for parole, heard the word this week
My cousin, Flip, comin' home, damn, it's been so long
Keep your eyes on the prize, homie, keep your head strong
Sendin' you packages, kites keep you straight
Keepin' this caleseri fat till the date
So we can chop it out, so we can spread the icing
Enticing OGs for surely, you know I like it
This is a DPG dedication
This for my homies on parole or probation
And you can catch a case, homie, on vacation
It's for the radio, so, y'all, just bang it
[Verse 3]
To my young homeboy who ain't never gettin' out
Here's a record for you, homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, east side, that's how we do right
DPGC, we do or die
Oh, yes, we fresh to death, nonetheless
We was out, we was rockin', yes
But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothing
And every **** in the clique straight rollin'
[Verse 4]
Hope that we can be
Be together real soon
I hope that we can be
Be together real soon
Real soon
[Verse 5]
Just a little bit of game ain't a damn thing
Let the heater ring, bang, Dogg Pound gang swang
Ride with me, let me show ya how to DP
Do GC, that ****, that's Kurupt, Nate, Snoop
The homies might flash
Kick back send about five of 'em past
All I wanna do is DPG
And keep it like that and hit donuts in the streets
Ridin' by, gettin' high, do that one-two stab
Make the whole spot stop, then hit the vault next
Me and Daz ridin' side by side
Makin' Snoop ride one in front, one behind
[Verse 6]
To my young homeboy who ain't never gettin' out
Here's a record for you, homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, east side, that's how we do right
DPGC, we do or die
Oh, yes, we fresh to death, nonetheless
We was out, we was rockin', yes
But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothing
And every **** in the clique straight rollin'
[Verse 7]
Hope that we can be
Be together real soon
I hope that we can be
Be together real soon
Real soon
[Verse 8]
****, out up on the streets, tryna come on up
Got caught slippin' and got caught the hell up
Just tryna make some money (Get my ride)
Chat up on my baby (Then live right)
Got me a room and a couple of rocks
Raised on the streets, yeah, the school of hard knocks
**** better pay me (Ready or not)
Findin' dead bodies (All on your block)
****, gotta get paid, and that's on the real
Broke, wanna smoke, then you know how I feel
I miss the real gangstas, and that's on the real
Got blocked up while chasin' the skrill
[Verse 9]
To my young homeboy who ain't never gettin' out
Here's a record for you, homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, east side, that's how we do right
DPGC, we do or die
Oh, yes, we fresh to death, nonetheless
We was out, we was rockin', yes
But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothing
And every **** in the clique straight rollin'
[Verse 10]
Hope that we can be
Be together real soon
I hope that we can be
Be together real soon
Real soon
Written by: C. Broadus, D. Arnaud, K. Gilliam, N. Hale, R. Brown
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