Real Soon Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Special dedication from the D.P.G.C. 

To all the homies locked down 

Hope that we could be together soon 

On some real talk 

We used to do it big out here, my nig 

You should see how we doin' it out here now 

Check it out... 

It's been eighteen years since I seen you on the streets 

You're up for parole heard the word this week 

My cousin Flip comin' home damn it's been so long 

Keep ya eyes on the prize, homie keep ya head strong 

Sendin' ya packages, kites keep you straight 

Keepin' this commissary fat 'til the take(?) 

So we can chop it up, so we can spread the icin' 

Enticing OG's fo' surely, you know I like it 

This is a D.P.G. dedication 

It's for my homies on parole or probation 

And you can catch a case homie on vacation 

It's for the radio, so ya'll just bang it 

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To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettin' out 

Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got clout 

One love, Eastside, that's how we do right 

D.P.G.C. we do or die 

Oh yes we fresh to death, nonetheless 

When we was out, we was rockin' Guess 

But guess what?, now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' 

And every nigga in the click straight rollin' 

Hope that, we can be, be together real soon... 

I hope that, we can be, be together real soon 

Real soon... 

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Just a little bit of game ain't a damn thang 

Let the heater rang, bang, Dogg Pound gang swang 

Ride wit me, let me show ya how the D.P do 

G.C. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Nate, Snoop 

The homies might flash 

Kick back, send about five of 'em past 

All I wanna do is D.P.G. 

And keep it like that and hit donuts in the streets 

Ridin' by, gettin' high, do that one-two step 

Make the whole spot stop, then hit the vogue(?) next 

Me and Daz ridin' side by side 

Nate and Snoop ridin', one in front, one behind. 

To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettin' out 

Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got clout 

One love, Eastside, that's how we do right 

D.P.G.C. we do or die 

Oh yes we fresh to death, nonetheless 

When we was out, we was rockin' Guess 

But guess what?, now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' 

And every nigga in the click straight rollin' 

Nigga out up on the streets tryin' to come on up 

Got caught slippin', and got caught the hell up 

Just tryin' to make some money wit my rhymes 

Cheddar for my baby, then live right 

Got me a room and a couple of rocks 

Raised on the streets, yes, the school of hard knocks 

Nigga betta pay me, ready or not 

Findin' dead bodies all on your block 

Nigga gotta get paid, and that's on the real 

Broke on the smoke, then you know how I feel 

I miss the real gangsta's, and that's on the real 

Got locked up while chasin' the scrill... 

To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettin' out 

Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got clout 

One love, eastside, that's how we do right 

D.P.G.C. we do or die 

Oh yes we fresh to death, nonetheless 

We was out, we was rockin' Guess 

But guess what?, now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' 

And every nigga in the click straight rollin'