Give It 2 'Em Dogg

Give it up, give it up nigga

You know what's happenin'

Lil' Goldie Loc'll keep the Dogghouse crack-a-lackin'

We usin' dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters

Posted up by the tray like gangstas with the heaters

Gangbangin' is my shit nigga

Is you still gon' be my homie if I get a lil' bigger?

"Fuck a bitch, never switch" is my motto

And if you disagree with me, watch out for my hollow

Booyaka booyaka that's the sound from my cannon

Quick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you standin'

You wanna roll with the dogs, but you can't

Get you busy ridin' nuts fool, get out the paint

We came to give you what the fuck you want

We came to give you what the fuck you want

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, you're bound to get dirty

You heard he was servin' birdies for Herbie?

And Scrappy? That nigga lyin' dogg, go on and slap him

That's probably how rumors get started

See niggas be yappin' off at the mouth

And don't be havin' their heart in

Sucka, that's probably why I stay in the hills

And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel

I, owe 'em somethin', dogg, throw me somethin'

Nigga, throw me somethin', shit I'm doin' badder than you

And I ain't even fakin' or frontin'

So, quit the hatin', 'fore, I start dumpin'

I jump in, the 8-5-0 and smash on out

Meet me and Goldie Loc at the Dogghouse smoke out

Hennessey and plenty weed, with more bitches

Four bitches, some cold bitches, come on bitches

We cold vicious, known pimpin', with no simpin'

Stoned Crippin', low-clippin', four's drippin'

Wet for my set, check my rep I'm a vet

Ex-felon, never tellin', represent it to death

Pack my flag, with khakis add that extra sag

Mad doggin' every last motherfucker I pass

Never ask what I mash with the tray on my neck

And my status been a classic, I stay on the set

Let it rain, let it drip, turnin' change to chips

Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit

Full time on the grind, never mind the danger

Gunslinger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler

Bringer of the noise like the Real McCoys

Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys

We in this business to win, it's whatever the cost

Goldie Loc, Snoop and Tray Deee you're never to cross

Motherfuckers

We came to give you what the fuck you want

We came to give you what the fuck you want