Snoop Dogg - Ride On/caught Up Lyrics
[kurupt]A ***** is a *****, whether she poor or richShe still gettin a gang of dicksIt dont matter what you do or sayCause ***** you cant change my feelings no wayI been across the whole u.s.a.Same ol hoes on different daysJust ask my big homeboy snoop de snoop***** you aint cute, with all that (woop de woop)I might just rock ya, I aint afraid to blastI might rock a fella like dame and dashGrip the heater and slap your ass***** 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 candyChorus: snoopYeah, and all my niggaz say... ride, ride onYeah, and all the honies say... ride onYeah, and all the *****es say... ride onYeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (cant get caught up)(repeat 2x except last line)[snoop doggy dogg]Im out to paper count the paper bump some *****es 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 collarDippin in my blue impalaThey say snoop dogg is a fool, cause he got the *****esAnd the little homey sellin weed up outta high schoolI never ever break the law, I just bend itKeep everything splendid, thats how I intend itClass is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)If you dont shut the ***** up and listen for a minuteI been in it for life, with two kids and a wifeWith no tattooes just stress and stripes, soIma do what I feel and do what I likeBut I wont go to sleep without my heater at night (ride on)Chorus[kurupt]Nigga gimme erything 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-11sNine millimeters, whattup big nateI got a ***** that gobble up dicks like steakShe lives upstate, and I dont thinkNear a one of those *****es is proper, stash the chopperDpology (dpg) but first call snoopWhattup big homey niggaz with the swoopThe homey jumps in whips out the four poundWhen we get there, we shakin all mother*****er downIts what I had in mind, lets get paidHit the spot just like a raid one of the homies got a gaugeCome onChorus[snoop doggy dogg]Let me holler at yall for a minute manI mean this game is gettin real deepWe got niggaz that be misrepresentinI mean, mother*****ers you know thinkin that dpgIs a mother*****in football game or a football team or somethinNiggaz walkin on and shit like they free agentsAnd just leavin when they want toNigga this aint no game, this is a mother*****in way of lifeDpgc, dogg pound gangsta... nigga!The ***** wrong with these niggaz man?Niggaz 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, yknow?Let me holler at yall for a minute, especially youYou done stepped in some dogg shit, check your shoesNigga this aint hollywood, the house of bluesIts the dogg house, so regroup your troopsAnd tell em... its kurupt and snoop***** your crew its on I take your bromeIts don corleone in the chronic zoneI turn your dubs into nickels, while Im chillinI melt your rhymes into icicles, while Im killinSell em, I tell em, kurupt, whats upI know you feel like, givin it upWe cant stop, wont stop, what foeCause every other day another nigga tryin to pull a duloYou know, when I was *****in with the hoodIt was all bad, thought it was all goodA nigga had to take a breatherNow Im living single, like khadijah, cause theyll squeeze ya***** a feeding fish, I put my dick in your *****And make a wish, ha hahNigga thats gangsta shit, with the gangsta twistYeah, dogg pound gangsta...
