Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
And bring them same skanless bitches
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
Jail, for spousal assault
But if them niggaz start trippin'
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
So step up if you wanna get hurt
(Give it up, nigga)
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
I got a great big bodyguard
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
(Bullshit ya bullshittin')
(Fuck 'em)
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
You was jealous it's all your fault
(Where you from?)
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch
I get the money, the money I got
I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip
That's what I get, I got it good
Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Me and you baby goin' one on one
Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
I trust her dog
Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow
I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
It's in her neighborhood
Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
Shit's real, we peel for the meal
We came here together so we can have fun
(Why?)
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
