*featuring Goldie Loc, Snoop Dogg
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Ride, ride
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Rough, ride on, ride on
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Roll on, roll on
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What!, what!, what!
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Ride on, ride on, roll on
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Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
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Ride on
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[Kurupt]
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This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
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Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades
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And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades
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Escapades and charades played
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When the stampede stopped
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And it continuously Young Gotti
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Seen so many bodies
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Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures
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Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours
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Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
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When a chase, it began in the facial of race
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Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
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And Snoop, he controls and calculates
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In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
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Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at
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Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour
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Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Holla, holla, if you wanna
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We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
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Ya see, I do it to ya
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'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us
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But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat
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Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump
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We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
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Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
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And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
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I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty
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Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files
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In the verge, on now listen now honey child
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Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?
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Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
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Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in
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Once ya back in, it's straight mackin'
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I keep it crackin'
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[Hook - 4x]
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This is how we all get down
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Bring back that "G" shit fo' me!
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[Snoop Dogg]
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I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
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Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too
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The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
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Now what must i do, to get you back
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To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology
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I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology
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This "G"'ology, you feelin' me
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Niggas be killin' me and willin' me
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Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
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Blast on me, the audacity
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I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
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Get some ass wit me
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Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
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And now you a killa
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And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa
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Kill a nigga like a flea
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Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle
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Way off tha hizzle my nizzle
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[Goldie Loc]
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I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
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'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple
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If you don't got my money I suggest you run
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'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
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Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps
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No details you've just been sweeped to sweep
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Locations, directions, not even a trace
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Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
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In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
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Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
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Cuz!
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[Hook -4x]
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[Traci Nelson]
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Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya
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Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya
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Goldie Loc can put the G and the C
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Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G
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[Kokane - Harmonizing]
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[Daz]
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Bitch
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[Fred Durst]
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Hey!
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Bring Back That G Shit
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| Kurupt |
