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Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) It's like 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7 I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like Four DPG's gettin' crazy And No Limit is the label that pays me Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie And I remember what my momma showed me Told me game recognize game And stay true to what ya do and don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder How I keep from goin' under, I'm a bad muthafucka I fall to my knees, thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gang bang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway You can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know, C know and P know, see loc' We make music for the thugs and the bangers And the bitches, fuck them R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low In a black rag Sixty-four Hit it down the street, way clean Bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB “Forget it”, that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bullshit And when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick 'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar It's cold outside, nigga grab ya sweater And that bad bitch you fuckin' with Nigga she get ya set up Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Boy, you done, put all ya trust in that hoe Didn't ya see what happened to the President Niggaro? Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House You fucked around and stuck ya dick In that white bitch mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty like the South And to be real, I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the hoe stroll, highway pimp patrol Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, nigga let her off parole Man nigga way cold with his game What's his muthafuckin' name? Who? Huh! I'm the capital S, don't fuck with stress N double O P D O, muthafuckin' double G Coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or blowin' on some doe doe Spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin' King of the coast with the most here's a toast With Snoop Dogg is the representer Through the niggas and G's through the LBC's Through the Calio projects, Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now, the Dogg Pound in the house Every time we touch down right next to my hometown D-town, Eastside St. Louie Spokane, get ya money, man, tic-tock Little Rock, right next to Houston, Texas Home of Rap-A-Lot, we like to jack a lot Gimme what ya got, let me get that up out ya, nigga I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot And guess what, they want the Nigga with the biggest nuts A nigga who don't give a fuck See, niggas like me, all we see is Money, power moves, and a bitch a week And last but not least my nigga BOZ Much love from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh, yeah And my little cousin DAZ, forever, nigga This DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE [Incomprehensible] You know where I'm at? Holla at me Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a Dogg that's real Y'all niggas know what's happenin' It's still a thang, it's still a G thang Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) ...