Bring Back That G Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Ride, ride... Rough ride on Ride on, roll on, roll on What?! What?! What?! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga, what?! W-w-what?! What?! W-w-what?! Ride on [Verse 1: Kurupt] This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades Escapades and charades play When the stampede stopped And instantaneously, Young Gotti seen so many bodies Drive Fords, hop classics and drastic measures Principles of pleasure and penal endeavors Whatever the case, whatever case was caught in a chase When the chasing began and the facial erase Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes And Snoop, he controls and calculates impervious moves Tha Pound Penagon, where the pistols are hollow Where the gangstas is at, Daz poppin' his collar Niggas sweet and sour, pop Chucks and collars Rollin' through the streets in my '84 Impala [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Holla, holla, if you wanna We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia, ya see I do it to ya 'cause I knew you'd screw your doo up tryna do us But you can't, because you lovin' this beat Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump We comin' wit' the heat to make ya trunk bump Freddy – said he – had a hoe ready, down to go steady And stick up Eddie for his fetty And bring it all back to daddy I want bread, cheese, now put it on the patty Big Mack style, kick back and flip files In the Virgin Isles, listen here, honey child Bow wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle? Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n Roll wit' a captain, ya all strapped in Once ya back in, it's straight mackin', I keep it crackin' [Chorus: Traci Nelson, Snoop Dogg & Kokane] This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] I know I slept you, kept you, finna fetch you Snatch ya back to, slapped you, and rapped to The back, you, sacked you, and Rat Pack'ed you' Act two – now what must I do, to get shit back To the way is used to C? D.P.G.C.'ology I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology This "G"-ology, you feelin' me Niggas be killin' me and willingly silly, he Thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me Blast on me? The audacity I'll take ya back to the ol' school and let ya cut class wit' me Get some ass with me Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me And now you feelin' like a killa And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller, iller Kill a nigga like a flea Bigg Snoopy D-O-double-Gizzle Way off tha hizzle, my nizzle [Verse 4: Goldie Loc] I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit' my mental 'Cause I'm a killa, instinct release, ya pop like a pimple If you don't got my money, I suggest you run (Better run!) 'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a tornado done Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga, I plays fo' keeps No details, you've just been sweeped to sleep Locations, directions, not even a trace Bitch, I doubt it if ya body get found like waste In the alley, Killa Cali, cuz, Eastsidaz Crips Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip Cuz! [Chorus: Traci Nelson, Snoop Dogg & Kokane] This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me [Bridge: Traci Nelson] Snoop Doggy Dogg is comin' to ya Fredwreck got the woofers bumpin' through ya Goldie Loc campaign with the G and the C Wit' Kurupt Young Gotti from the D.P.G.  {*Kokane harmonizing*} [Outro: Daz & Fred Durst] BITCH! Hey!