Lyrics:
(rock it don't stop it) Say, “ichi, ni, san, shi” (ichi, ni, san, shi) Say, “wild style” (wild style) Say, “G-O B-E-P” (G-O B-E-P) Say, “Black”
I'm lost in coordination My G.P.S is bringing me always to the wrong location When I'm having my frustrations I'm loosing my formation Trust
feeling more alive Let me introduce you to The new u-p-d-o-g Pre-Chorus: u-p-d-o-g Forget the old me u-p-d-o-g Nothing but change in my pocket Chorus:
Snoop? 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
Three colors on a wrist, watch cost another fifty So So Def D-P-G fuckin' on some real shit West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for
el loco With the volco put your ass in a choke hold Stone cold oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think i'm P.G
And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture,
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
You can ask all my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni's Now when we on the road trying to get this paper And phone call away is what you say But some
on (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Wesssydeee,
roll, roll your dubs Eastside I-T-see Roll your dogging doggy dogg Nigga this D-P-G
the player, I'll bring the CDs But don't you put nothing slow on That new D'Angelo, some N.P.G. And we'll make a bet to see who keep their clothes
And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture,
Get Ready 表演者:P.C.G (紫猫帮） 混音: FreekAo 作词:P.C.G (紫猫帮） 作曲:P.C.G (紫猫帮） hook: 要做大的生意准备好get ready 一定赚更多钞票我们就get ready 脖子上带的ice 都已经get ready 身边几个bad bit
happiness babe you are my pills My credit card for you see I gat your bills Babe get to the store Shop all D I O R Sing C Y B O R G P V D ha ha G P V D
oah, yeah-eh-eh Cami-cami-caminando por el barrio, soy mi G.P.S. Nosotro' escribimo' el cuento, no nos lo contés 'Tán todos los guachos atrevidos
the cameras flashing for your mugshot Smile, blue ribbon for the P-I-G Take him out to the slaughter house, it's time for you to D-I-E Hey predator, what
Gunz] L-T, P-G [Pharrell Williams] Bring it from the top [Peter Gunz] If you mad and you hatin' mother fucker please kill it You know
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
was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to, Ghost here they come now! Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
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
a treat, muthafucking beast All y'all niggas owe me until you rest in peace, And that's our D.P.G. mutha fucker, That's real shit man, How the fuck
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
lows with me You party with a D.P.G. We ridin', dippin', slippin', slidin', eastside up eastsiders Riders, ballers, rollers, ladies Players,
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