Suga Free - Dogghouse Ridaz lyrics

[Kokane] I read them Dogghouse n***as is Rip ridin' (YEA!) [Bad Azz] I'm so proper - I came up like a liqour store robber I'm so L.A., like the Dodgers or the Lakers Man I put money on players On the corner, with the Mayor of Pomona So break down, b**h, in a serious fashion If the pimpin' don't k** you than I'm forced to blast ya It's a paper thang, it ain't about the p**y and dick It's the difference between you walkin' and you pushin' a whip See it's a major type of paper, caper, motivator, playa, neighbor Haters hate us, I don't give a f** if you don't play this later I'm to the strip, I gotta check my money makers [Snoop Dogg] Do it to 'em now and save some for later [Hook] Dogghouse n***as, we ridaz We always got a car load of b**hes beside us You punk motherf**ers wanna try and divide us The homies on deck with the heaters behind us Wide up, so bonafied up This ain't that same ol' sh** you get tired of The heat for the street from the best suppliers (West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz) [Suga Free] You might not ever get rich... So you might as well go ahead and bust you a b**h... n***a, now if I hang around nine squares (I would be the dif') And if I hang around nine fools feelin' loose (I would be the dif') But if I hang around nine projects a mile (I would be the dif') And if I hang around nine rich business men (I would be the dif') Now if I had wings - I'd fly And if if was a fifth - I'll be alright It ain't so sippin' in my pimpin' (They don't know) We got them regulars trickin' (We got it crackin' on the stroll) And I know sometime when I pee I forget to lift the seat But she don't cook, clean, cash every night, and her hair's always neat Nah nah, get gone Don't forget to remind me to whoop your motherf**in' a** as soon as we get home [Hook] Dogghouse n***as, we ridaz We always got a car load of b**hes beside us You punk motherf**ers wanna try and divide us The homies on deck with the heaters behind us Wide up, so bonafied up This ain't that same ol' sh** you get tired of The heat for the street from the best suppliers (West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz) [Goldie Loc] Now this is dedicated to hoo-bangin', slangin' Catch heat from this motherf**in' dirty rap game I won't tell you nothin', that you might have been told I won't sell you nothin', that you might have had bought Just f** wit cha n***a cause I stay low gold Quick to blast moms and pops and the dog To-to You don't know me n***a, so keep my name out your grill If I see you on the streets I'm just gon' keep it way real They know again, keepin' that sh** gangsta cuhz I got my head on straight, with my brain on buzz Trust a slug, when it slip the AK's flip Squeezin' on the trigger yellin' Rollin' 20 Crip Walkin' through the shadow of d**h, I see my shadow on my left Grip tight with the heat on my right Will I make it through these f**ed up situations? I'm headed to Dogghouse, so D's paper chasin' (motherf**er) [Hook] Dogghouse n***as, we ridaz We always got a car load of b**hes beside us You punk motherf**ers wanna try and divide us The homies on deck with the heaters behind us Wide up, so bonafied up This ain't that same ol' sh** you get tired of The heat for the street from the best suppliers (West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz) [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, Bad Azz 'nuff said, ha ha Smoke some n***a Yeah yeah, Dogghouse Beotch!