| Pop it in your deck, bounce, don’t abuse it
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| Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
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| Doggy Biscuits, khaki’d up in black hoodie
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| Let me see you do what them G’s do
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| Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
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| O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
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| Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
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| From the cradle to the grave, I’mma bang in a beret
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| Throw everything I got up, first to fade
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| Hood hop, I’m bouncin' in Bigg Hump’s drop
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| Riders, rollin' through the streets and each block
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| Reach out, get touched, get banged and bust'
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| Runnin' up on these niggas like «nigga what up»
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| Get choked, get broke, get hogtied
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| And we gon' show you how the real hoggs ride
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| Yeah, the way that we be blastin' they all die
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| They made no offer cause they all try
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| Bang to the boogie cause we boogie to bang
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| Up jump the boogie cause we boogie to bang
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| With the gangsta swang, like this
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| Move it all around, throw your sets up
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| Do the Dogg Pound — get up
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| Gangsta gangsta, the G’s is here
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| You know what’s goin' down when the G’s appear
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| It’s that D.P.G.C. |
| music
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| Pop it in your deck, bounce, don’t abuse it
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| Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
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| Doggy Biscuits, khaki’d up in black hoodie
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| Let me see you do what them G’s do
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| Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
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| O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
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| Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
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| Nigga, Chevy Impala, Monte Carlo, El Camino
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| I’mma scrape and peel — in that 2006 Snoop DeVille
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| Rider music, my lil' nigga Big Tri cuhz
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| Is up in this bitch in khakis and Chucks
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| I’mma bang on these niggas, I’mma ride 'til I die
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| I’mma cause a riot right now, so press fire
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| They bangin' in New York now nigga
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| We international gang bang figgas
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| And we don’t trip off bitch ass niggas
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| And to solve them problems, we bust them triggers
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| So we the G niggas who don’t give a fuck
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| We come through you’re block like «yo what up»
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| I keep it hood everyday all day the Crip way
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| You know I’m stompin', bumpin' my music so loud
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| Cause that’s what I do, you know I move the crowd
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| I’m on the prowl like a lion or cheetah
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| It’s Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt, motherfucker
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| It’s that D.P.G.C. |
| music
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| Pop it in your deck, bounce, don’t abuse it
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| Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
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| Doggy Biscuits, khaki’d up in black hoodie
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| Let me see you do what them G’s do
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| Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
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| O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
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| Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
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| Yeah, stand up, get yo' ass off the wall
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| Niggas makin' money, yeah we ballin' to fall
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| Three vodka pineapple and a bottle of this
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| And my nigga Young Gotti just swallowed a fifth
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| Uh, you know everywhere we go we hearin' it
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| That me and my click is the shiznit
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| Catch a slug or give me some love
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| This is how we do it when we up in the club
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| Gangstas, killers, hustlers and thugs
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| What it is, what it was, what’s crackin' cuhz?
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| Slauson twist — tequila and grapefruit mix
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| This is it, G shit, tuck or spit
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| Don’t trip, I dare you to do what you did
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| Last night, when you was talkin' shit all night
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| Like there was nothin' wrong, everything was right
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| All ball, now you in the homies zone
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| It’s on, I’mma show you where you went wrong
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| The first thing you shoulda did nigga was take off
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| But you didn’t, now I’mma show you consequences
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| We used to jackin' niggas, jumpin' over walls and fences
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| Relentless, winners, losses ain’t in us
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| It’s that D.P.G.C. |
| music
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| Pop it in your deck, bounce, don’t abuse it
|
| Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
|
| Doggy Biscuits, khaki’d up in black hoodie
|
| Let me see you do what them G’s do
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| Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
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| O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
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| Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are |