[Intro: Kurupt & (Snoop)]
Back by popular demand
Dogg Pound Gangstaville (DPG)
Where all the real G's at? (DPG)
Where the OG's at? (DPG)

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still eatin' a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change my feelings no way
I 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 Damon Dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
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 to rammin' with the cocked cannon

[Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)]
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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
Bank a 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 homie sellin' weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everything splendid, that's how I intended
Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife
With no tattoos, just stress and stripes
So, I'mma do what I feel and do what I like
But I won't go to sleep without my heater at night (Ride on)

[Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)]
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
N***a, gimme everything you got
From your hat to your contacts, T-shirt to your socks
Dogg Pound affiliate? Hell naw, n***a
I'm certified branded—see the paw, n***a?
Mash in gray and blue all day
All night, all heated with heaters, Mac-11's, nine millimeters
What up, Big Nate?
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate, and I don't think
Nann one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
DPology (DPG) but first call Snoop
What up, big homey? N***as with the swoop
The homie 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

[Hook: Snoop & (Kurupt)]
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on (Certified)
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the riders say... ride on (Don't get caught up)
Yeah, and all my n***as say... ride, ride on (Certified)
Yeah, and all the homies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on out
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, man
I mean this game is gettin' real deep
We got n***as that be misrepresentin'
I mean, motherfuckers, you know, thinkin the DPG
Is a motherfuckin football game or a football team or somethin
N***as walkin on and shit like they free agents
And just leavin when they want to
N***a, this ain't no game, this is a motherfuckin way of life
DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta... n***a!
The fuck wrong with these n***as, man?
N***as 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

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes
N***a, 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 Brougham
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, West up
I know you feel like, givin it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what foe
Cause every other day another n***a tryin to pull a dulo
You know, when I was fuckin with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all good
A n***a had to take a breather
Now I'm Living Single, like Khadijah, 'cause they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a feeding fish
I put my dick in your bitch and make a wish, ha ha
N***a, that's gangsta shit, with the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg Pound Gangsta...