Ride On / Caught Up!

[Intro: Kurupt & (Snoop)] Back by popular demand Dogg Pound Gangstaville (DPG) Where all the real G's at? (DPG) Where the OG's at? (DPG) [Verse 1: Kurupt] A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich She still eatin' a gang of dicks It don't matter what you do or say 'Cause bitch you can't change my feelings no way I been across the whole U.S.A Same ol' hoes on different days Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute, with all that (woop de woop) I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast I might rock a fella like Damon Dash Grip the heater and slap your ass Cock it back, automatic clap your ass Now this is how a gangster mash out The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin) Blaze up a whole ounce and get to rammin' with the cocked cannon [Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)] Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up) Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I'm out to paper count the paper, bump some bitches and move I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise Bank a corner in the fo', sittin' low, gettin' low Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin in my blue Impala They say Snoop Dogg is a fool 'Cause he got the bitches and the little homie sellin' weed up outta high school I never ever break the law, I just bend it Keep everything splendid, that's how I intended Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh) If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife With no tattoos, just stress and stripes So, I'mma do what I feel and do what I like But I won't go to sleep without my heater at night (Ride on) [Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)] Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up) Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out [Verse 3: Kurupt] Nigga, gimme everything you got From your hat to your contacts, T-shirt to your socks Dogg Pound affiliate? Hell naw, nigga I'm certified branded—see the paw, nigga? Mash in gray and blue all day All night, all heated with heaters, Mac-11's, nine millimeters What up, Big Nate? I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak She lives upstate, and I don't think Nann one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper DPology (DPG) but first call Snoop What up, big homey? Niggas with the swoop The homie jumps in, whips out the four pound When we get there, we shakin all motherfucker down It's what I had in mind, let's get paid Hit the spot just like a raid, one of the homies got a gauge Come on [Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)] Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on (Certified) Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up) Yeah, and all my niggas say... ride, ride on (Certified) Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] Let me holler at y'all for a minute, man I mean this game is gettin' real deep We got niggas that be misrepresentin' I mean, motherfuckers, you know, thinkin the DPG Is a motherfuckin football game or a football team or somethin Niggas walkin on and shit like they free agents And just leavin when they want to Nigga, this ain't no game, this is a motherfuckin way of life DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta... nigga! The fuck wrong with these niggas, man? Niggas be straight tryin to put they little twist down (holla at em) But you know we tryin to stay two steps ahead of the game baby, y'know? Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially YOU [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes Nigga, this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues It's the Dogg House, so regroup your troops And tell em... it's Kurupt and Snoop Fuck your crew, it's on, I take your Brougham It's Don Corleone in the chronic zone I 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, West up I know you feel like, givin it up We can't stop, won't stop, what foe Cause every other day another nigga tryin to pull a dulo You know, when I was fuckin with the hood It was all bad, thought it was all good A nigga had to take a breather Now I'm Living Single, like Khadijah, 'cause they'll squeeze ya Fuck a feeding fish I put my dick in your bitch and make a wish, ha ha Nigga, that's gangsta shit, with the gangsta twist Yeah, Dogg Pound Gangsta...