| Shabba-dabba-doo
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| Bad Azz, this is another Dogghouse experience
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| Uh, feels good in here Baby
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| Yoo-haa, ha-ha
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| If a busta ran up on you
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| Bad Azz tell me what would you do
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| We get Ready 2 Bang
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| That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, ahh ahow
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| Psycho like no Dogghouse niggas
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| So fire up the doo-doo
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| We get Ready 2 Bang
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| That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, Westcoast
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| Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
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| I’m often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat
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| We can holla if it’s 'bout fillin' my plate
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| I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain’t late
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| It’s about weight, when you workin' smart shit it don’t flip right
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| Put the wrong ties and dees it won’t slip right
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| Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won’t hit right
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| And money don’t grow on trees so what I look like
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| Make moves, can't lose if I do it that way
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| Fuck a fight, ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away
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| That’s fast lane, lil' kids here to blow your head away
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| Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
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| Who got the cell phones for sale, who got it crackin' with the heat
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| Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars
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| The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard
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| Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers
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| Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser
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| See me, I'm just a smart brother everything made for
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| Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets
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| I’m often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat
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| We can holla if it’s 'bout fillin' my plate
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| I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain’t late
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| It’s about weight, fuck a few ki’s move freight
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| And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate
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| Once you outta town get the prices on the pound
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| Shoot the number to your boy have him come on down
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| With a few of those who know money like y’all
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| All Lakers say is «Damn, y'all niggas is ballin»
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| Y’all back callin' all shots round here
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| Used to have to bring two Glocks round here
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| It’s about five different gangs and the cops round here
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| And today Long Beach’s about as crazy as it is
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| And maybe we’ll live, every ever even see it
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| Believe it and how they get money ain’t no secret
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| But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you
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| Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on turnin'
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| First I was destined with no paper and no hoes
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| Now I got bitches in the show biz glow
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| So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
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| Don’t let the green grab fool you tryin' to test me with some heat
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| Cuz bye bye you outta here, gone see you later
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| When I’m still here a small part outta everything major |