Give It 2 'em Dogg Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

[Goldie Loc] 

Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin 

Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin 

We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by 

The tray, like gangstas with the heaters 

Gangbangin is my shit nigga 

Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger 

Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto 

And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows 

Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon 

Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin 

You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't 

You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint 

HOOK: Snoop Dogg 

We came to give you what the fuck you want 

(Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg...) 

We came to give you what the fuck you want 

(Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) 

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[Snoop Dogg] 

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty 

Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy 

That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him 

That's probably how rumors get started 

See niggas be yappin off at the mouth 

And don't be havin their heart in 

Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills 

And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel 

I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin 

Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you 

And I aint even fakin or frontin 

So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin 

I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out 

Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse 

Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed 

Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches 

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[Tray Deee] 

We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin 

Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin 

Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet 

Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death 

Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag 

Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass 

Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck 

And my status been a classic I stay on the set 

Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips 

Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit 

Cool time on the grind never mind the danger 

Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler 

Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys 

Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys 

We in this business to win this whatever the cost 

Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross 

Motherfuckers 

HOOK