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