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lows with me You party with a D.P.G. We ridin', dippin', slippin', slidin', eastside up eastsiders Riders, ballers, rollers, ladies Players,
Code name, cold game, you got to get down 'Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound (Dogg Pound, D.P.G.) Now it's like a sport And if I
All I know and all I do is D-p-g with the rest of my crew We through with Milken Milli Vanilli Silly niggas who be rappin but they really be
and originals, here come the mission Making biters ride the pine for the rest of the season Doggy D-P-G and lil' homie, uh I represent the L-B-C-ment Windows
Oooh) Baby To me, you put shame to Mercedes Keep it so gravy Put you on everything Keep it P.G , You A P.B.G I meant J Look how I think When I speak
[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars
forever multiply Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly Perfection, selection This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection I'ma spell my name one more time,
but you say you wanna hang tough D-P-G-Unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff Now
the D-P-G Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'? Nigga run up We gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game Who could t be?
this white boy, slangin my herb D.P.G. to the fullest young 'cause My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!" He got the club with this fool named
a Corleone name it's a cold thang Code name, cold game, you got to get down 'Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound (Dogg Pound, D.P.G
-E-C-T and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never G-I-V-E U-P and keep your H-E-A-D U-P and never
it up [Kurupt] Blaze that shit up nigga Yeah waz up snoop Verse one: [snoop] Top dogg buy them all nigga burn this shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn
I'll vote you the queen. I'm much meaner than........... ...................... Cause this is a D.P.G.C party. Happy birthday! Chorus:
shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl
where I wanted to be D-P-G-C, feet in the sand as I dance on your TV Yeah, I make this shit look organic And this is from the most recognized
it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that
tryna do, my nigga? E'rything you talkin' 'bout, I been through my nigga I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G. War Zone motherfucker in the midst
in a chold hold Stone cold, oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think I'm P.G. you must got a squeegy Are you crazy,
the Bentley brains No flaws in the stones, iced out urr thang Three colors on a wrist, watch cost anotha fifty So So Def D P G fuckin' on some real shit
but you say you wanna hang tough D-P-G-Unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff Now
Westsiiiiddee! Haha Top Dogg, bite em all nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P T, L-B-C yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this
Dogg, bite em all nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P T, L-B-C yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club Baby
IPod up with classics Ain't a nigga out could match them ad-libs D-P-G-C General gin on my breath while Jennifer hold my genitals Yeah it's like that
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