Dj Quik - Ride On/Caught Up lyrics

[Kurupt] A b**h is a b**h, whether she poor or rich She still gettin a gang of dicks It don't matter what you do or say Cause b**h you can't change my feelings no way I been across the whole U.S.A Same ol' hoes on different days Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop b**h 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 Dame and dash Grip the heater and slap your a** co*k it back, automatic clap your a** Now this is how a gangster mash out The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the gla** house Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin) Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy Chorus: Snoop Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on Yeah, and all the honies say... ride on Yeah, and all the b**hes say... ride on Yeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (can't get caught up) (repeat 2X except last line) [Snoop Doggy Dogg] I'm out to paper count the paper bump some b**hes and move I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise Spank the 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 b**hes And the little homey sellin weed up outta high school I never ever break the law, I just bend it Keep everything splendid, that's how I intend it Cla** is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh) If you don't shut the fu*k UP and listen for a minute I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife With no tattooes 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) Chorus [Kurupt] n***a gimme erything you got, from your hat To your contacts, t-shirt to your socks Dogg Pound affiliate? Hell naw n***a Certified branded Cedar Paul n***a Mashin, grey and, blue all day All night all heated with heaters, mac-11's Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate I got a b**h that gobble up dicks like steak She lives upstate, and I don't think Near a one of those b**hes is proper, stash the chopper DPology (DPG) but first call Snoop Whattup big homey n***as with the swoop The homey jumps in whips out the four pound When we get there, we shakin all motherf**er 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 Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Let me holler at y'all for a minute man I mean this game is gettin real deep We got n***as that be misrepresentin I mean, motherf**ers you know thinkin that DPG Is a motherf**in football game or a football team or somethin n***as walkin on and sh** like they free agents And just leavin when they want to n***a this ain't no game, this is a motherf**in way of life DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta... n***a! The f** wrong with these n***as man? n***as 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 sh**, check your shoes n***a 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 f** your crew it's on I take your Brome 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 k**in Sell em, I tell em, Kurupt, what's up I know you feel like, givin it up We can't stop, won't stop, what foe Cause every other day another n***a tryin to pull a dulo You know, when I was f**in with the hood It was all bad, thought it was all good A n***a had to take a breather Now I'm Living Single, like Khadijah, cause they'll squeeze ya f** a feeding fish, I put my dick in your b**h And make a wish, ha hah n***a that's gangsta sh**, with the gangsta twist Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta...