Give It 2 'Em Dogg

Give it up, give it up, ****

You know what's happening

Lil Goldie Loc gon' keep the Dogghouse crack-a-lacking

We using dubs for the subs and fifteens for the tweeters

Posted up by the tray like gangsters with the heaters

Gang banging is my shit, ****

Is you still gon' be my homie if I get a lil' bigger?

Fuck a bitch, never switch is my motto

And if you disagree with me, watch out for my hollows

Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from my cannon

Quick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you standing

You wanna roll with the dogs, but you can't

You too busy riding nuts, fool, get out the paint

We came to give you what the fuck you want

We came to give you what the fuck you want

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty

Your bound to get dirty

You heard he was serving birdies for Herby and Scrappy

That **** lying, dawg, go on and slap him

That's probably how rumors get started

See, **** be yapping off at the mouth

And don't be having they heart in

Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills

And let my pit bulls smash on **** that feel

I owe 'em something, dog, throw me something

****, throw me something

Shit, I'm doing badder than you

And I ain't even faking or fronting

So, quit the hating 'fore I start dumping

I jump in the eight-five-oh and smash on out

Meet me and Goldie Loc at the Dogghouse, smoke out

Hennessy and plenty weed with more bitches

Four bitches, some cold bitches, c'mon, bitches

We cold vicious, known pimping with no simping

Stone cripping, low clipping, fours dripping

Wet from my set, check my rep, I'm a vet

Ex-felon, never telling, represent it to death

Pack my flag, wear khakis at that extra sag

Mad dogging every last motherfucker I pass

Never ask what 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 gangster shit

Full time on the grind, never mind the danger

Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler

Bringer of the noise like the Real McCoys

**** talk shit, walk quick, or feel the toys

We in this business to win this, whatever the cost

Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Dee, you're never to cross

Motherfuckers

Yeah, dog, these fools tried to put me in a lil' do low twist, homie

Yeah, they definitely got what they came for

But, umm, yeah, you know what happened

Dogghouse, ****

You damn sure know what happened

We came to give you what the fuck you want

Give it to 'em, dog, yeah, bang, bang, bang bang, give it to 'em, ****

We came to give you what the fuck you want

Yeah, yeah, Eastside, Eastside, bang, bang, Eastside, worldwide

Eastside, ****

Yeah, woof

Dogghouse

Oh, that's funky right there, Goldie Loc

That's funky

Yeah, we gon' ride out on that right there

Put that purple in the air

Yeah, right on