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Uhh purple uhh yeah it's Dogghouse y'all

See me I be about my dollars

In my own world wit my own girls poppin collars

I'ma G we be up for the Impalas

Wit the juice gettin loose on y'all I make ya holla

I make ya feel like ya drunk you on a gallon of strong gin

What's happenin it's a party crackin up in my play pen

The play pen party is poppin it's strait line up

It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom

Oh you gone I see real wierd 'til it's over

When we leave we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur

Wit the doja gat Congnac and some soda uhh uhh

C'mon c'mon

Who make 'em chat Angels rule the world

Who make these n***az wanna leave their girl

Kola Kola

Who got the turk to the dirt Throwin nose and d**e

Got n***az cummin from the lyrics I quar

Kola Kola

Dogghouse checkin n***az wit the switch in their walk

N***az would talk slept wit my leave 'em in chalk

Keep it pimpin

Truly

Got 'em screamin

Ooh wee

Angels reppin wit B A D A Z Z

Oh oh oh oh

How we get down

Oh oh oh oh

This is how we get down

Oh oh oh oh

How we get down

Oh oh oh oh

This is how we get down

Money talks n***a bulls**t run a marathon

Gotta have bread every month every cent every blunt

Every single bottle of 'gnac you could shine

It ain't no thang show your paper stack

Check it out

Money makes girls take b***hes make n***az

Take money by the motherf**kin gun

See I'ma gangsta from the East side the L B C

I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun

C'mon

Oh you gone I see it real wierd 'til it's over

Where you at We still smokin and this is Conyiac

It's only one way Dogghouse is doin movies

Fun stack to unlimited riches with intentionses

Regulate every aspect of the game

Brain loose sippin purple smoke

That got me and Angels choked out

No doubt

They formally stampeded like Kurk

Have some partys

Step up wit quiet and I could get us

Rep the 'boes stickin clicks sick dumbs never holla

I be out thugged out then follow make 'em swallow

Repeat 2X

Three two one it's at the NFL like the thang just begun

I'm f**ked up I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts

I can't quit I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda s**t

It's gon' be all away done before we tryin to split

When it's this kinda party we always act d**e

Now you all d**ed up and you think ya mad d**e

Gotcha homegirls talkin to you glasses of d**n

I done drank all my 'gnac and Cola whassup Chan

Uhh know I not tap no hats nuttin but hand claps

Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap and dudes get snapped

Time to act up and I could definitely dig that

We gots to get paid to snitches mases my decision is made

Y'all bought y'all paid

We be fiends everywhere the Angels are back

Hold that so let it go and put the bang bang

That's how we doin the d**n thang

D**n thang