ride on-caught up lyrics – snoop dogg

back by popular demand
dope pound gangsta feel
want a real dj, with a oga

a b*tch is a b*tch, whether she poor or rich
she still gettin’ a gang of d*cks
it don’t matter what you do or say
’cause b*tch 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
b*tch 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 *ss
c*ck it back, automatic clap your *ss

now this is how a gangster mash out
the homies in the coupe, me and snoop in the gl*ss house
bouncin’, bouncin’, bouncin’, swervin’
blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

yeah, and all my n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches say, ride on
yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can’t get caught up

yeah, and all my n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches say, ride on

i’m out to paper count the paper b*mp some b*tches 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 b*tches
and the little homey sellin’ weed up outta high school

i never ever break the law, i just bend it
keep everythin’ splendid, that’s how i intend it
cl*ss is in session, you might get suspended, shh
if you don’t shut the f*ck 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 n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches say, ride on
yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can’t get caught up

yeah, and all my n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches say, ride on

n*gg* gimme evrything you got, from your hat
to your contacts, t-shirt to your socks
dogg pound affiliate, h*ll naw n*gg*
certified branded cedar paul n*gg*

mashin’, grey and blue all day
all night all heated with heaters, mac-11’s
nine millimeters, whattup big nate
i got a b*tch that gobble up d*cks like steak

she lives upstate and i don’t think
near a one of those b*tches is proper, stash the chopper
dpology, d p g but first call snoop
whattup big homey n*gg*z with the swoop

the homey jumps in whips out the four pound
when we get there, we shakin’ all motherf*cker 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 n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches say, ride on
yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can’t get caught up

yeah, and all my n*gg*z say, ride on, ride on
yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
yeah, and all the b*tches 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 n*gg*z that be misrepresentin’
i mean, motherf*ckers you know thinkin’ that dpg

is a motherf*ckin’ football game or a football team or somethin’
n*gg*z walkin’ on and sh*t like they free agents
and just leavin’ when they want to n*gg* this ain’t no game
this is a motherf*ckin’ way of life

dpgc, dogg pound gangsta, n*gg*
the f*ck wrong with these n*gg*z man?
n*gg*z 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 sh*t, check your shoes
n*gg* 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

f*ck 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 n*gg* tryin’ to pull a dulo

you know when i was f*ckin’ with the hood
it was all bad, thought it was all good
a n*gg* had to take a breather now i’m living single
like khadijah ’cause they’ll squeeze ya

f*ck a feedin’ fish, i put my d*ck in your b*tch
and make a wish, ha hah
n*gg* that’s gangsta sh*t with the gangsta twist
yeah, dogg pound gangsta

/ snoop dogg lyrics