Ride On/Caught Up! (Explicit)

Bad boy come in that DPG Rap

A b**ch is a b**ch whether she poor or rich

She still gettin a gang of dicks

It don't matter what you do or say

Cause b**ch you can't change my feelings no way

I been across the whole USA

Same ol' hoes on different days

Just ask my big homeboy snoop de snoop

B**ch 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 a**

Cock it back automatic clap your a**

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 ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches say ride on

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

Yeah and all my niggaz say ride ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches say ride on

Yeah and all the robbers say ride on

I'm out to paper count the paper bump some b**ches and move

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

Spank the corner in the for sittin low gettin low

Now we headed to the sto in the for 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 b**ches

And the little homey sellin w**d up outta high school

I never ever break the law I just bend it

Keep everything splendid that's how I intend it

Class is in session you might get suspended (shhhh)

If you don't shut the f**k up and listen for a minute

I 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 ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches say ride on

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

Yeah and all my niggaz say ride ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches say ride on

Yeah and all the robbers say ride on

Ni**a gimme erything you got from your hat

To your contacts t shirt to your socks

Dogg Pound affiliate hell naw ni**a

Certified branded cedar Paul ni**a

Mashin grey and blue all day

All night all heated with heaters mac 11's

Nine millimeters whattup big nate

I got a b**ch that gobble up dicks like steak

She lives upstate and I don't think

Near a one of those b**ches is proper stash the chopper

DPology (DPG) 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 motherf**ker 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 ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches say ride on

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

Yeah and all my niggaz say ride ride on

Yeah and all the honies say ride on

Yeah and all the b**ches 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 motherf**kers you know thinkin that DPG

Is a motherf**kin football game or a football team or something

Niggaz walkin on and sh*t like they free agents

And just leavin when they want to

Ni**a this ain't no game this is a motherf**kin way of life

DPGC dogg pound gangstaYeah and all my niggaz say ride ride on

The f**k 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

You know

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

You done stepped in some dogg sh*t check your shoes

Ni**a 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

F**k 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 foe

Cause every other day another ni**a tryin to pull a dulo

You know when I was f**kin with the hood

It was all bad thought it was all good

A ni**a had to take a breather

Now I'm living single like khadijah cause they'll squeeze ya

F**k a feeding fish I put my dick in your b**ch

And make a wish ha hah

Ni**a that's gangsta sh*t with the gangsta twist

Yeah dogg pound gangsta