(DPG)
You fucked around and stuck ya dick
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Every time we touch down right next to my hometown
Dippin' in my blue Impala
And to be real, I feel that's how I'm comin' out
(DPG)
I don't know why, I love to gang bang
N double O P D O, muthafuckin' double G
'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
Four DPG's gettin' crazy
(DPG)
(DPG)
Back on the hoe stroll, highway pimp patrol
So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or blowin' on some doe doe
Fiend know, C know and P know, see loc'
(DPG)
With Snoop Dogg is the representer
It's still a thang, it's still a G thang
Through the Calio projects, Brooklyn to Queens
And I remember what my momma showed me
Dippin' in my blue Impala
This DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE [Incomprehensible]
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Dippin' in my blue Impala
Spokane, get ya money, man, tic-tock
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
A nigga who don't give a fuck
(DPG)
King of the coast with the most here's a toast
You know where I'm at? Holla at me
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway
I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm blowin' hella dank
Man nigga way cold with his game
I'm the capital S, don't fuck with stress
How I keep from goin' under, I'm a bad muthafucka
I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
And No Limit is the label that pays me
Dippin' in my blue Impala
What's his muthafuckin' name? Who? Huh!
In a black rag Sixty-four
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
D-town, Eastside St. Louie
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
Bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
Nigga with the biggest nuts
Dippin' in my blue Impala
I'm headed straight to the LB
Home of Rap-A-Lot, we like to jack a lot
“Forget it”, that's what they tell me
Told me game recognize game
Didn't ya see what happened to the President Niggaro?
And the bitches, fuck them R&B singers
Gimme what ya got, let me get that up out ya, nigga
It's cold outside, nigga grab ya sweater
And when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Money, power moves, and a bitch a week
Little Rock, right next to Houston, Texas
And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
Through the niggas and G's through the LBC's
What you talkin' 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty like the South
Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House
And stay true to what ya do and don't be ashamed
And last but not least my nigga BOZ
(DPG)
I fall to my knees, thank God before I do my thang
It's like 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
(DPG)
Much love from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh, yeah
(DPG)
See, niggas like me, all we see is
In that white bitch mouth
Dippin' in my blue Impala
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
Hit it down the street, way clean
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Spread the word and take the fo' door
And my little cousin DAZ, forever, nigga
Boy, you done, put all ya trust in that hoe
Dippin' in my blue Impala
Chi-town woe now, the Dogg Pound in the house
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
You can say what you wanna say
And that bad bitch you fuckin' with
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like?
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, nigga let her off parole
Nigga she get ya set up
Y'all niggas know what's happenin'
Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a Dogg that's real
Coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
And guess what, they want the
And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
