Eastside Ridaz Lyrics - Latoiya Williams

You'z a fool fo' dis, yeah 

My dogg hi-tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio 

Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down? 

Seven dizzles a wizzle, bigg bow wiggle's up in the hizzle 

Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again 

Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest 

Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta ring the alarm 

And hit the folks at the forum, let my homies off the yard 

I shall see the head nigga in charge 

Push, Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us 

Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins 

Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas 

Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas 

Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me 

I was branded in a gang, fuck havin' techniques 

Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe 

Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese 

Is it possible that laws might get jealous? 

Hell, yeah, they be hatin' on the three good fellas 

Over dosage of ferocious, West Coast in effect 

Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck 

Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna test 

Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the message 

Insanity, commanded me to savagely spit 

Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick 

No talkin', C walkin', we chokin' the block off 

Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg house 

West Coast niggas and we all in yo house 

Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out 

Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth 

Dogg Pound Gang, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee 

Never loved a ho and run the G A in me 

Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat 

Still the same, who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Yeah, it's about to get crip'd out crazy 

Blast on all you suckas with the throw away to daily 

Don't you shoot that little mothafucka no mo' 

That ain't what he said, when he hit the chest 

Went through his heart, came out his elbow 

You shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy 

Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy 

Didn't know I was a cold blooded gangsta 

If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata 

We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up 

Sprayed shots to the crowed like a loaded pump 

Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til they close it up 

Then we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to fuck 

Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here 

So explicit you can only get it once a year 

Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they change the game 

And let you know from here go, we straight came to bang 

Put me on a leash if you dare and I doubt you 

Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck about you? 

Niggas on the streets gon' keep talkin' shit about you 

As long as you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too 

Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us 

And try to turn the homies into traitaz 

Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you hataz 

I shoot a shout out to the killas 

Yeah, them stealas and raiders 

It's them D O double G'z 

Ain't nobody really fuckin' wit deez 

Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

DoggHouse in ya mouth 

We them niggas people talkin' about 

Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride 

Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Who let them Eastside ridaz out? 

Now all the locs and doggs 

Who roll in big balls, say, chips, chips 

And all the women wit extensions 

In well fed conditions, you bitch, you biotch 

Hey, who let the mothafuckin' gate open? 

Police comin' and we still smokin' 

What you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y? 

Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy while we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy 

Say woof mothafucka, woof, mothafucka 

Mighty mowed his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas 

Post up, make about a million a month 

Hittin' bloods, switchin' guns 

West Coast niggas and we all in yo house 

Gang bang niggas, we gon' turn this bitch out 

Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth 

Dogg Pound Gang who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? 

Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee 

Never loved a ho and run the G A in me 

Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat 

Still the same, wh let the mothafuckin' doggs out?