| Fo'-fo' in my bag, Mo-Mo in my glass
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| Po'-po's on my ass, man they want a nigga bad
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| I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
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| I’m just tryin to make it to my nephew Layzie’s pad
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| Dippin in the old school 6−7 rag
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| Either I’ma throw out the mag or blast they ass
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| Fast with the decision, cash was my envision
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| Life’s about havin it, stackin it and crackin it
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| While I’m flippin these bitches, no mo' chickens
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| They livin so fugazi, Layzie let’s just kick it
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| Get it, got it, pop it for me one time
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| If you wanna switch, lock it for me one time
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| Now do the three-wheel motion, coastin
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| From the Mid-wicked-West to the ocean, smokin
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| My nigga what you holdin?
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| A bizzle, f’shizzle, G’d up in Snoop Dogg clothin
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| + (Layzie)
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| Smokin on information (real niggas do real thangs)
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| We’re smokin on, this is our congregation
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| (From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)
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| DoggHouse and Bone
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| Smokin on information (real niggas do real thangs)
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| We’re smokin on, this is our congregation
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| (From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)
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| DoggHouse and Bone Thugs
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| I’m from the, nitty gritty
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| I’m comin to shake up the whole city with this Midwest flow
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| That keepin them bouncin and beggin for mo'
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| This thugs shit all with the rulin and you know it can’t be judged
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| I never’d go Hollywood, cause they cannot change this thug
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| About this paper, and never to raised to be a fame chaser
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| My momma’d always told me my shit would be greater, later
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| Smokin’d on information and sippin the Olde-E
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| The world wouldn’t be shit without them gangsta’s and T-H-U-G's
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| So take heed motherfucker’d before you lose out
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| I got my family Mo Thugs, and the DoggHouse
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| Who comin with it, like Puff acquitted I wonder who really did it?
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| I’m Skant Bone if you think you know my tone
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| Invitin all haters and bustas to the murda zone
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| They better be ready cuz, cause the war is on
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| Mo Thugs, DoggHouse nigga
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| Mo Thugs, and we out nigga
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| I’m in here lightin up somethin smokin, long as my niggas leave me open
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| Floatin, ask 'em what’s the 4−1-1 on all this potent
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| Suckin up the love, DoggHouse and Mo Thug
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| Ken Dawg and doubled’ll hustle, as I muscle through scrubs
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| Congregatin, makin my pressence, oh what a essence
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| I ain’t stressin 'bout no second-hand ass nigga with suggestions
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| Hey holla Mo Thug (Mo Thug) haters hold up
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| You know what? |
| I think that’s Ken Dawg, yep show love
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| With the Big Snoop D-O, smoke until we P-O
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| Playas we came, together to get this money until we G-O
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| They love me for that, they know I’m in love with the scratch
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| I hear a million niggas holla’n, how they want a contract
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| I analyzed all, information exposed in the air
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| Judge it for myself and told you my repsonse as a playa
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| Set up and had it, stretched out, worldwide spread
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| All the way from the 2−1-6 to the 2−1-3 here
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| You better believe a nigga be stompin in my big black boots
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| Little Lay' and Snoop comin through
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| And I thought you knew niggas gon' do what they do
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| And I play this game like I bring it, do this shit cause I mean it
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| Seen it come together so clean, shit; |
| do you know who I’m the team wit?
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| Only them, real live playas, from the block to the stage
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| Keepin it locked and gettin paid, nothin but thugs in our ways
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| It’s them polished pimpin playas, poppin pistols packin drama
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| I’ma put it like this, pretty much I’m that nigga that’ll bomb ya
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| If you want it, you can get it, information, let me hit it
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| Can you feel me nigga you dig it? |
| If you wit it nigga what is it?
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| It’s just them dawgs in the house and mo' and mo' comin in
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| So nigga blaze it, raise the roof, nigga lights camera action
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| Cause that’s what’s happenin, real niggas unite
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| And do it right, cause if you don’t, you might not get it twice
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| That’s why I be, parlayin, G’d up and sharpei and
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| I do this all day and, your nigga Layzie Bone is in the house
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| — repeat 2X |