Ride On/caught Up Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

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Dope pound gangsta feel 

Want a real DJ, with a OGA 

A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich 

She still gettin' a gang of dicks 

It don't matter what you do or say 

'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way 

I've been across the whole U.S.A. 

Same ol' hoes on different days 

Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop 

Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de woop 

I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast 

I might rock a fella like Dame and dash 

Grip the heater and slap your ass 

Cock it back, automatic clap your ass 

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Now this is how a gangster mash out 

The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house 

Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin' 

Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move 

I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise 

Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low 

Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler 

Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala 

They say Snoop Dogg is a fool 'cause he got the bitches 

And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high school 

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I never ever break the law, I just bend it 

Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it 

Class is in session, you might get suspended, shh 

If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute 

I've been in it for life with two kids and a wife 

With no tattooes just stress and stripes, so 

I'ma do what I feel and do what I like 

But I won't go to sleep without my heater at night, ride on 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

Nigga gimme evrything you got, from your hat 

To your contacts, T-shirt to your socks 

Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw nigga 

Certified branded Cedar Paul nigga 

Mashin', grey and blue all day 

All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's 

Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate 

I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak 

She lives upstate and I don't think 

Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper 

DPology, D P G but first call Snoop 

Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop 

The homey jumps in whips out the four pound 

When we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down 

It's what I had in mind, let's get paid hit the spot 

Just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come on 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up 

Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on 

Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on 

Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on 

Let me holler at y'all for a minute man 

I mean this game is gettin' real deep 

We got niggaz that be misrepresentin' 

I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin' that DPG 

Is a motherfuckin' football game or a football team or somethin' 

Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they free agents 

And just leavin' when they want to nigga this ain't no game 

This is a motherfuckin' way of life 

DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga 

The fuck 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, y'know? 

Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you 

You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes 

Nigga this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues 

It's the Dogg House so regroup your troops 

And tell 'em it's Kurupt and Snoop 

Fuck your crew it's on I take your Brome 

It's Don Corleone in the Chronic zone 

I turn your dubs into nickels while I'm chillin' 

I melt your rhymes into icicles while I'm killin' 

Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up? 

I know you feel like givin' it up 

We can't stop, won't stop, what for 

'Cause every other day another nigga tryin' to pull a dulo 

You know when I was fuckin' with the hood 

It was all bad, thought it was all good 

A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Living Single 

Like Khadijah 'cause they'll squeeze ya 

Fuck a feedin' fish, I put my dick in your bitch 

And make a wish, ha hah 

Nigga that's gangsta shit with the gangsta twist 

Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta