Give it 2 Em Dogg Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Give it 2 Em Dogg Lyrics

    [Goldie Loc]
    Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
    Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin
    We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
    The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
    Gangbangin is my shit nigga
    Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
    Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto
    And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows
    Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon
    Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin
    You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't
    You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint

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    We came to give you what the fuck you want
    (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....)
    We came to give you what the fuck you want
    (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...)

    [Snoop Dogg]
    5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty
    Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy
    That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him
    That's probably how rumors get started
    See niggas be yappin off at the mouth
    And don't be havin their heart in
    Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills
    And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel
    I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin
    Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you
    And I aint even fakin or frontin
    So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin
    I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
    Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse
    Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed
    Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches

    [Tray Deee]
    We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
    Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
    Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet
    Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death
    Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag
    Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass
    Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck
    And my status been a classic I stay on the set
    Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips
    Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit
    Cool time on the grind never mind the danger
    Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler
    Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys
    Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys
    We in this business to win this whatever the cost
    Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross
    Motherfuckers

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