| Doggy’s Angels, y’all so crazy
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| See some of y’all bitches think it’s all a game
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| California don’t stop 'til the motherfucker drop
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| Don’t really need a (?), I guess I’m pump from the lips
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| Niggas get scared, from the style, they hear it
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| Start a new religion, everybody chant «Go»
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| Let’s light up the bar, everybody take a toast
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| Smoke ya brains out, (?) seen you on the ride
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| What? |
| Spottin my life, then I cut out the branch
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| The branch, shouldn’t be, bitch I’m livin kosher
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| You just mad, cause the whole world lovin me
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| I don’t give a fuck cause the world don’t give a fuck
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| You ain’t no leprechaun nigga don’t press ya luck
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| Heffer is you crazy? |
| You done lost yo' mind
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| You need some real lessons, your style done went blind
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| Then he got the calculator hood cause you could diss me
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| But mediocre’s, put this clip, set clips
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| Back up in the heezy baby, Doggy’s Angels, y’all so crazy
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| To feet to the beat, to the freak to the weed
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| Baby girl you gotta heat for the street
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| And we back up in the heezy baby, Doggy’s Angels, y’all so crazy
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| It’s, yo', people, toes, bangin on this punkass hoes
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| This one is goin out, to all my true bitches
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| Fuck the so called L.B.'s finest when we givin up phone calls
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| Catch me hood, bitch I stay blowin good
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| Cause I’ma r (?) the squad chipped up like wood
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| Keep 'em independant state cause they scared of us
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| Homies in the air touch us like they cellular
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| Niggas comin by the block, tryna ride the cops
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| Migrain from my chain when I hit the block
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| Toguns, been funs, west coast, style young
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| V.I.C. |
| in the club, roll bitches, why Blood?
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| No ki, sucker free, eastside, L. B
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| Dog’s Angels, simply keeps the CP3
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| Being, the quick clip from the twitch of my hips
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| Gotta line dog nigga beggin me park the hips
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| So fast, so quick, I got 'em screamin «Oh shit»
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| Don’t get it any twist, this that bitch!
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| (singer)
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| D Angels where it’s at, is the Los Angeles
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| (The regulators like to piss off the fresh camera this)
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| Nobody leave the it’s been corney yet
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| Where my homies at, holla back, got the proper, where the collar at?
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| Then you follow that nigga (Ohh, fake drama)
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| Callin me included, of the zeros, the three comas
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| Where’s it soundin like Gotti like, press they not
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| (Ma, three strait bubbles, dress the murder rest)
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| Good anyway, nigga paid big to keep rollin
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| Rich, Puffy know chips ain’t mean shit
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| Dogg House is where my niggas do produce niggas in
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| Filthy gang major, the cowards just can’t produce it
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| Double hard late (Y'all gon' keep rollin)
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| A certain level manditory element I kept persuing
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| Reppin for my niggas, brokin wit figgaz
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| (And my bitches startin to struggle, push the heights)
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| Whenever bitch niggas get curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Damn bitch ass niggas step back
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| Bitch ass niggas step back
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| You niggas is makin me furious, mmm mmm mmm
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| You niggas is 'bout to get slashed
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| 'Bout to get slashed
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| Doggy’s Angels in the house (in the house)
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| Nate Dogg gon' turn it out (turn it out)
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| It makes you wonderin.
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| If you choose to run your mouth (run your mouth)
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| Doggy’s Angels knock you out (knock you out)
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| It makes you wonderin.
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| Whenever bitch niggas get curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Damn bitch ass niggas step back
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| Bitch ass niggas step back
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| You niggas is makin me furious, mmm mmm mmm
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| You niggas is 'bout to get slashed
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| Niggas 'bout to get slashed
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| Curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Step back
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| Curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Slashed
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| Curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Bitch ass niggas step back
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| Furious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Bitch niggas is 'bout to get slashed
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| Curious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Step back
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| Furious, mmm mmm mmm
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| Get slashed |