Doggyland

Now if you tired of the hard work
 Tears and sweat
 And you breakin' your neck
 And you still up in debt
 Walkin' round town all strapped in
 Niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did
 Two strikes none left, out of breath
 Livin' in the city, it's a jungle yo
 All this deception on top of stress
 You havin' more problems than a algebra test
 You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent
 And now yo' baby, momma trippin' she want 50 percent
 It's a thin line, between yours and mine
 The difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime
 Now, I know a place where
 Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there
 Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind
 You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline
 Come and go with me
 Here ye, here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 Come and go with me to Doggyland
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 Hehehe
 Oh, your homies think you're funny?
 Doin' stick ups for moneys
 Just to impress the honeys (this is for the honeys)
 Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack
 You got two strikes, but you right back up to bat
 You all about yo' money and got something to sell
 But if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell
 You chillin' wit yo' feet up
 Someone hated but baby without the homies
 And that's when you got beat up
 Because you can't be out there doin' low (doin' low)
 And then right gather up yo' crew and roll
 Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt
 Somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt
 But see, I know a place where
 You might wanna be
 And I can take you there
 Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind
 You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline
 Come and go with me
 Here ye, here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 Come and go with me to Doggyland
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 (I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby)
 Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit' ya' baby
 Lemme holla, to a little home boy real quick
 'Cause he travelin' in the fast lane
 Fuck your Grace
 Stop the life it seem that we are on
 Time to slow your roll
 Let Doggyland be your new home
 Stop the life it seem that we are on
 Time to slow your roll
 Let Doggyland be your new home
 Doggyland is the town where it's goin' diz-owne
 (It's goin' down)
 Everything is free
 And ain't no HIV (What?)
 And niggas don't kill one another
 (Oh, really why is that?)
 Because a brother is a brother
 (And what about the mothers?)
 They queens, righteous
 Man, heaven must be like this
 Green aroma like the grass in the summertime
 Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time
 And oh, yeah, I'm the big O-K'er
 I'm smarter than the senator
 Bigger than the mayor
 Heaven on Earth
 It's like a prayer
 And you can't get in without yo' gold card
 You got to be a player
 Now you know a place where
 You gots to be and I took you there
 Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind
 You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline
 Come and go with me
 Here ye, here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 Come and go with me to Doggyland
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 Here ye, here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 Here ye, here ye, come one, come all
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
 (To a place that be, call it LBC)
 I'm ridin' wit'cha, baby
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 (To a place that be, call it LBC)