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