Snoop Dogg - Ride On / Caught Up! (feat. Kurupt) lyrics

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Dope pound gangsta feel

Want a real DJ, with a OGA

A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich

She still gettin' a gang of dicks

It don't matter what you do or say

'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way

I've been across the whole U.S.A.

Same ol' hoes on different days

Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop

Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de woop

I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast

I might rock a fella like Dame and dash

Grip the heater and slap your ass

Cock it back, automatic clap your ass

Now this is how a gangster mash out

The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house

Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin'

Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move

I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise

Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low

Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler

Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala

They say Snoop Dogg is a fool 'cause he got the bitches

And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high school

I never ever break the law, I just bend it

Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it

Class is in session, you might get suspended, shh

If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute

I've been in it for life with two kids and a wife

With no tattooes just stress and stripes, so

I'ma do what I feel and do what I like

But I won't go to sleep without my heater at night, ride on

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

Nigga gimme evrything you got, from your hat

To your contacts, T-shirt to your socks

Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw nigga

Certified branded Cedar Paul nigga

Mashin', grey and blue all day

All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's

Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate

I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak

She lives upstate and I don't think

Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper

DPology, D P G but first call Snoop

Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop

The homey jumps in whips out the four pound

When we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down

It's what I had in mind, let's get paid hit the spot

Just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come on

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on

Let me holler at y'all for a minute man

I mean this game is gettin' real deep

We got niggaz that be misrepresentin'

I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin' that DPG

Is a motherfuckin' football game or a football team or somethin'

Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they free agents

And just leavin' when they want to nigga this ain't no game

This is a motherfuckin' way of life

DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga

The fuck wrong with these niggaz man?

Niggaz be straight tryin' to put they little twist down, holla at 'em

But you know we tryin' to stay two steps

Ahead of the game baby, y'know?

Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you

You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes

Nigga this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues

It's the Dogg House so regroup your troops

And tell 'em it's Kurupt and Snoop

Fuck your crew it's on I take your Brome

It's Don Corleone in the Chronic zone

I turn your dubs into nickels while I'm chillin'

I melt your rhymes into icicles while I'm killin'

Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up?

I know you feel like givin' it up

We can't stop, won't stop, what for

'Cause every other day another nigga tryin' to pull a dulo

You know when I was fuckin' with the hood

It was all bad, thought it was all good

A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Living Single

Like Khadijah 'cause they'll squeeze ya

Fuck a feedin' fish, I put my dick in your bitch

And make a wish, ha hah

Nigga that's gangsta shit with the gangsta twist

Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta

Thanks to Adrina for these lyrics