Dogghouse Ridaz – Bad Azz – letras

f/ Snoop Dogg, Goldie Loc, Suga Free, Kokane[Kokane]I read them Dogghouse niggaz is Rip ridin'(YEA!)[Bad Azz]I’m so proper – I came up like a liqour store robberI’m so L.A., like the Dodgers or the LakersMan I put money on playersOn the corner, with the Mayor of PomonaSo break down, bitch, in a serious fashionIf the pimpin’ don’t kill you than I’m forced to blast yaIt’s a paper thang, it ain’t about the pussy and dickIt’s the difference between you walkin’ and you pushin’ a whipSee it’s a major type of paper, caper, motivator, playa, neighborHaters hate us, I don’t give a fuck if you don’t play this laterI’m to the strip, I gotta check my money makers[Snoop Dogg]Do it to ’em now and save some for later[Chorus]Dogghouse niggaz, we ridazWe always got a car load of bitches beside usYou punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide usThe homies on deck with the heaters behind usWide up, so bonafied upThis ain’t that same ol’ shit you get tired ofThe heat for the street from the best suppliers(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)[Suga Free]You might not ever get rich…So you might as well go ahead and bust you a bitch…Nigga, now if I hang around nine squares (I would be the dif’)And if I hang around nine fools feelin’ loose (I would be the dif’)But if I hang around nine projects a mile (I would be the dif’)And if I hang around nine rich business men (I would be the dif’)Now if I had wings – I’d flyAnd if if was a fifth – I’ll be alrightIt ain’t so sippin’ in my pimpin'(They don’t know)We got them regulars trickin'(We got it crackin’ on the stroll)And I know sometime when I pee I forget to lift the seatBut she don’t cook, clean, cash every night, and her hair’s always neatNah nah, get goneDon’t forget to remind me to whoop your motherfuckin’ ass as soon as we get home[Chorus]Dogghouse niggaz, we ridazWe always got a car load of bitches beside usYou punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide usThe homies on deck with the heaters behind usWide up, so bonafied upThis ain’t that same ol’ shit you get tired ofThe heat for the street from the best suppliers(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)[Goldie Loc]Now this is dedicated to hoo-bangin’, slangin’Catch heat from this motherfuckin’ dirty rap gameI won’t tell you nothin’, that you might have been toldI won’t sell you nothin’, that you might have had boughtJust fuck wit cha nigga cause I stay low goldQuick to blast moms and pops and the dog To-toYou don’t know me nigga, so keep my name out your grillIf I see you on the streets I’m just gon’ keep it way realThey know again, keepin’ that shit gangsta cuhzI got my head on straight, with my brain on buzzTrust a slug, when it slip the AK’s flipSqueezin’ on the trigger yellin’ Rollin’ 20 CripWalkin’ through the shadow of death, I see my shadow on my leftGrip tight with the heat on my rightWill I make it through these fucked up situations?I’m headed to Dogghouse, so D’s paper chasin’ (motherfucker)[Chorus]Dogghouse niggaz, we ridazWe always got a car load of bitches beside usYou punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide usThe homies on deck with the heaters behind usWide up, so bonafied upThis ain’t that same ol’ shit you get tired ofThe heat for the street from the best suppliers(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)[Outro: Snoop Dogg]Yeah, Bad Azz’nuff said, ha haSmoke some niggaYeah yeah, DogghouseBeotch!