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who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
rubies, sometimes more
But we don't know what we dig 'em for
We dig dig dig a-dig dig

Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho

Heigh-ho
each year. 
We don't like to brag. 
Christmas Eve we always 
Fill Santa's bag. 

Santa knows who's good. 
Do the things you should. 
And we bet
more
But we don't know what we dig 'em for
We dig dig dig a-dig dig

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from
the mic it's like c'mon kids, let's say goodnight
You don't like me but don't even know why should you hate me
You scared to face these so I still remain
more
But we don't know what we dig 'em for
We dig dig dig a-dig dig

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from
rubies, sometimes more
But we don't know what we dig 'em for
We dig dig dig a-dig dig

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho

Heigh-ho
who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
the fuck out!
I hit the South just like a bandit 'cause I was stranded
Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was
Yeah
You know what?
You ain't heard nuttin this funky
Let me bust a rhyme, c'mon
Get in

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky son, we're number one
who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
each year. 
We don't like to brag. 
Christmas Eve we always 
Fill Santa's bag. 

Santa knows who's good. 
Do the things you should. 
And we bet
saying it's a tragedy
Maybe that for you but baby not for me
Now I've got someone who's taking care of me
It's you that's crying tears and I like
that's a small task
Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked
Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig'
You ho motherfuckers don't come too big
But nigga, you just got the ho on display
Wouldn't let her be herself, cause you's a goddamned wimp
Now you know why hos date pimps
She's a rhinestone
as you know
(So bring me some shoes with lots of sole)

Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go?
Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click,
Don't even know
Who you are
Who are you now?
Who are you now?

I'm a self made man, I'm a self made man
I'm a self made man (I've got nothing left
gangsters..) Holla!
And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars
'Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin
Who put it down for
steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'

That's right, that's right boy start that shit off

I heard a rumour I died,
[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

You know who I am, you know my motherfucking name
Long Beach is the city, Dogg Pound
each year. 
We don't like to brag. 
Christmas Eve we always 
Fill Santa's bag. 

Santa knows who's good. 
Do the things you should. 
And we bet
the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes

You said you a gangsta
But you never pop
ain't no way to live 
Being taken by the ones who have 
The least amount to give 
  
Singing hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi 
Got to find me a piece of the sky
to live
Being taken by the ones who have
The least amount to give

Singing hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Got to find me a piece of the sky
Gonna find me some of that
the motherfucker in your way who's bouncin'
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin'

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat