[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ride, ride...
Rough ride on
Ride on, roll on, roll on
What?! What?! What?!
Ride on, ride on, roll on
Nigga, what?! W-w-what?! What?! W-w-what?!
Ride on
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades
Escapades and charades play
When the stampede stopped
And instantaneously, Young Gotti seen so many bodies
Drive Fords, hop classics and drastic measures
Principles of pleasure and penal endeavors
Whatever the case, whatever case was caught in a chase
When the chasing began and the facial erase
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he controls and calculates impervious moves
Tha Pound Penagon, where the pistols are hollow
Where the gangstas is at, Daz poppin' his collar
Niggas sweet and sour, pop Chucks and collars
Rollin' through the streets in my '84 Impala
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you wanna
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia, ya see
I do it to ya 'cause I knew you'd screw your doo up tryna do us
But you can't, because you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit' the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy – said he – had a hoe ready, down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fetty
And bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, cheese, now put it on the patty
Big Mac style, kick back and flip files
In the Virgin Isles, listen here, honey child
Bow wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
Roll wit' a captain, ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, it's straight mackin', I keep it crackin'
[Chorus: Traci Nelson, Snoop Dogg & Kokane]
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I know I slept you, kept you, finna fetch you
Snatch ya back to, slapped you, and rapped to
The back, you, sacked you, and Rat Pack'ed you'
Act two – now what must I do, to get shit back
To the way is used to C? D.P.G.C.'ology
I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology
This "G"-ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be killin' me unwillingly, silly, he
Thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
Blast on me? The audacity
I'll take ya back to the ol' school and let ya cut class wit' me
Get some ass with me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you feelin' like a killa
And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller, iller
Kill a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O-double-Gizzle
Way off tha hizzle, my nizzle
[Verse 4: Goldie Loc]
I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit' my mental
'Cause I'm a killa, instinct release, ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my money, I suggest you run (Better run!)
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a tornado done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga, I plays fo' keeps
No details, you've just been sweeped to sleep
Locations, directions, not even a trace
Bitch, I doubt it if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, Killa Cali, cuz, Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
Cuz!
[Chorus: Traci Nelson, Snoop Dogg & Kokane]
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me
[Bridge: Traci Nelson]
Snoop Doggy Dogg is comin' to ya
Fredwreck got the woofers bumpin' through ya
Goldie Loc campaign with the G and the C
Wit' Kurupt Young Gotti from the D.P.G.
{*Kokane harmonizing*}
[Outro: Daz & Fred Durst]
BITCH! Hey!
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