Back by popular demandDope pound gangsta feelWant a real DJ, with a OGAA bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or richShe still gettin` a gang of dicksIt don`t matter what you do or say`Cause bitch you can`t change my feelin`s no wayI`ve been across the whole U.S.A.Same ol` hoes on different daysJust ask my big homeboy Snoop de SnoopBitch you ain`t cute with all that, woop de woopI might just rock ya, I ain`t afraid to blastI might rock a fella like Dame and dashGrip the heater and slap your assCock it back, automatic clap your assNow this is how a gangster mash outThe homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass houseBouncin`, bouncin`, bouncin`, swervin`Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candyYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onYeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can`t get caught upYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onI`m out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and moveI take a trip with my click on a three day cruiseSpank the corner in the fo`, sittin` low gettin` lowNow we headed to the sto` in the fo`, hoes hollerTop dollar with the gold flea collar dippin` in my blue ImpalaThey say Snoop Dogg is a fool `cause he got the bitchesAnd the little homey sellin` weed up outta high schoolI never ever break the law, I just bend itKeep everythin` splendid, that`s how I intend itClass is in session, you might get suspended, shhIf you don`t shut the fuck up and listen for a minuteI`ve been in it for life with two kids and a wifeWith no tattooes just stress and stripes, soI`ma do what I feel and do what I likeBut I won`t go to sleep without my heater at night, ride onYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onYeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can`t get caught upYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onNigga gimme evrything you got, from your hatTo your contacts, T-shirt to your socksDogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw niggaCertified branded Cedar Paul niggaMashin`, grey and blue all dayAll night all heated with heaters, Mac-11`sNine millimeters, whattup Big NateI got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steakShe lives upstate and I don`t thinkNear a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopperDPology, D P G but first call SnoopWhattup big homey niggaz with the swoopThe homey jumps in whips out the four poundWhen we get there, we shakin` all motherfucker downIt`s what I had in mind, let`s get paid hit the spotJust like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come onYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onYeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can`t get caught upYeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride onYeah, and all the homies say, ride onYeah, and all the bitches say, ride onYeah, and all the robbers say, ride onLet me holler at y`all for a minute manI mean this game is gettin` real deepWe got niggaz that be misrepresentin`I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin` that DPGIs a motherfuckin` football game or a football team or somethin`Niggaz walkin` on and shit like they free agentsAnd just leavin` when they want to nigga this ain`t no gameThis is a motherfuckin` way of lifeDPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, niggaThe fuck wrong with these niggaz man?Niggaz be straight tryin` to put they little twist down, holla at `emBut you know we tryin` to stay two stepsAhead of the game baby, y`know?Let me holler at y`all for a minute, especially youYou done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoesNigga this ain`t Hollywood, the House of BluesIt`s the Dogg House so regroup your troopsAnd tell `em it`s Kurupt and SnoopFuck your crew it`s on I take your BromeIt`s Don Corleone in the Chronic zoneI turn your dubs into nickels while I`m chillin`I melt your rhymes into icicles while I`m killin`Sell `em, I tell `em, Kurupt, what`s up?I know you feel like givin` it upWe can`t stop, won`t stop, what for`Cause every other day another nigga tryin` to pull a duloYou know when I was fuckin` with the hoodIt was all bad, thought it was all goodA nigga had to take a breather now I`m Living SingleLike Khadijah `cause they`ll squeeze yaFuck a feedin` fish, I put my dick in your bitchAnd make a wish, ha hahNigga that`s gangsta shit with the gangsta twistYeah, Dogg Pound gangsta