Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah
Fred Wreck in this motherfucker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit

[Chorus - Tray Deee]
We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will

[Tray Deee]
Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week
Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet
And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay commited
This mission is a vision to control the globe
Leavin scents where we step back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it pushin
Livin on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore game of death
Cuz you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could shake the spot, cuz now your face is hot
All that goin outta town, tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster, better check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk
Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
Cuz my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out

[Chorus - Tray Deee]

[Goldie Loc]
Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me
Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be
Mama, they got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm headed for the state pen
I got too many problems, and I sure don't need 'em
As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange
With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't count
The major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit"
Cuz I might end up gettin out and comin home real quick
The plan for the lick was to do it overseas
Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - straight up to no good
Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G
I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz
I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz

[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]

[Snoop Dogg]
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me
Lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
Keep a, bag of money with the grocery
And when I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat

[Bad Azz]
Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the best
Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with this
It ain't no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin
If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin
And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see it
And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure that you got it
You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot
You gotta give it what you got, still livin how it pop
It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak
Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back
Bangin ol' deez like a cold O.G.
Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black
Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport them llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough up
You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya show up

[Snoop Dogg]
So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin them niggas get dizzy
For real {*echo*}
Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl
Yea this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!

[Snoop Dogg: Intro]
Yeah, Jellyroll on the beat
What we gone do on this Eastside track right here
We gone give it up uh, to our favorite girls
To momma - without you there would be no me
You feel what I'm talkin 'bout?  Yeah

   Chorus: 2x
[Daddy V] There comes a time, when we
         Need more, love in the family
         Thanks for.. (thank you momma)
[ Snoop ] The good times and, the bad times, can't you see
         Thank you for everything you've done for me (you only get one)

[Goldie Loc]
Momma this all my life
I used to put everything on you, and I knew it wattn't right
You snatched me out the deep cracks
You hooked my ass everytime I talked smack
I know they sayin, "Gladys, your son stressin off the system"
I used to kiss her everyday, look momma I miss her
Do you remember, when I almost died
I'm back a new man and I didn't even cry
I used to tell lies, steal from your purse,
until I seen Pancake pushed away in a hearse
Momma it hurts - you dreamed of how I got smoke?
Lil' cousin off dope, cuz that's all she wrote
I did a song wit her - lemme go find it so I can play it for ya
And bang it for my lil' neice Sade
She remind me of me and my big sister when we used to play
I love you mom until I die

[Chorus - 2x]

[Tray Deee]
I know I gave you hell, but you raised me well
Barely twelve years old but I stayed in jail
Supposed to be up at school, but I be ditchin to steal
And even though we kinda po', we ain't missin a meal
Feelin bad cuz my pants and my shirt don't match
I'm burglurizin, and I'm snatchin every purse on fat
Nobody helpin you with rents since pops done split
So I'm advanced in my plans, how to clock my chips
Takin nonsense rich, started runnin with Crips
Handcuffs on my wrists, now your lovin I miss
Cuz I'm the baby of the family, your pride and joy
But I know sometimes ya wonder what's inside ya boy
Stay patient mamma, I'ma figure out my path
Then we can laugh and forget about the past
I have my own children, so now it's my turn
And I'm grateful for the chance, now I get to learn
True love..

[Chorus - 2x]

* music fades out

[Intro]
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch)
Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh)
I know Tha Eastsidaz
Them some bad motherfuckers
Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh)

[Snoop Dogg]
Swizz Beatz
Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse
Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster
Godzilla

[Goldie (Kokane)]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz..

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock
Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot
Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz..

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin
Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin
Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz..

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin
Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin
Always go for broke, and love livin life motive
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!)

[Snoop talking]
Everywhere I go
I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so)
Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken
Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz..

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin
Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins
Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot
Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it
In it for the highs, you can't deny it man

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game
Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid
Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

[Snoop talking]
Yeah somebody thought the game was dead
The game ain't dead these niggas is scared

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails
Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell
Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em)
Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped
Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me
Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me
It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz..

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!)
Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest
Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

[Snoop talking]
From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game
Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk
I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump
Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome
Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh)
Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong

[Goldie Loc]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat
On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat
In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz..

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life)
My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga)
You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

[Snoop Dogg talking]
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Every-motherfuckin-where
Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!)  Hahaha
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga
It's goin down up in this motherfucker
Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Yeah, yeah, a little somethin,
for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty
All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Every-motherfuckin-where I go
I keep that bomb-ass weed on me
Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room
(Everywhere I go!!!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Hey cuz
Give me something for the motherfuckin low riders

[Chorus:  Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg]
Welcome to the house
Here ye here ye come one come all
Welcome to the house
A little something for my homegirls and all my dogs
Welcome to the house
Break a bitch at the same time breaking the law  law
Welcome to the house
Dogg House do it to you so vivid and raw

[Goldie Loc]
Nigga come on in and have a seat
Write a rap or make a beat no need to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow

[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep the set out your mouth if you ain't claimed it yet
You know the D.H.G.C.  Snoop Nate Tray-D
Goldie Loc and the Angels bangin' and we stay G

[Goldie Loc]
Now when I build my shit it's gone be something like this
Little rich ass niggaz sitting on top of the cliff
Cars parked all the way down the street
I bet you 20 out of 40 sitting on some chrome v

[Tray-D]
From the entrance it's pimp shit in full effect
spittin' rhymes getting high off of blunts and X
Just G's and  lex we slang heat till death
Top notch bombs drop and keep the house on deck nothing less

[Chorus]

[Tha Angels]
Fell up in the Dogg House, I'm high as a kite
I kick game shoot the shit kick classics and then I write
It's all love cuz thugs a thug
Blowing dubs pack the tech it's all love with us
What you thought it was over bitch nigga had you pumped up
Hatas put us all out bitches got us fucked up
Doggy's Angels lucked up hate from the gate
Big Snoop let us break to handle this like sex
Buss up like henchmen for the pension we dogs like resevior
Drinking G having tats thugged out repitar
Repititious and ready to cause heavy
Castrate hoes by nature trying to falsefy gangstas
Lyrical overdose 20 cc's of the most
Potent antedote key from the street and you can smoke
Yap Chan or me collectively we the three most
G'd up femenist ever telling this bitch

[Chorus]

[Doggy's Angels]
Keep my vision limited if a bitch can't benefit
Still no mercy Angels birth us cursed we thirsty
Loc just with the game stay tuned its gonna be continued
Just a sippin of that G shit peep the next on the menu
I been official a rider to the upmost
Check the representation no hesitation on the west coast
What up loc on the block nigga swervin' the lac Big Chan
corner low with cognac

[Tray-D]
Credibility we finna keep a props to pop
While you set hoppin' bustas jump spot to spot
We hold post on the coast of the dogs and locs
Doing drive-by's hundred spokes crawl in snow

[Goldie Loc]
It's time to eat sleep piss and shit
And as we walk out the door take a look at the fish
Peep this   it's something you can't miss
Everybody from the Dogg House fool is a crip real shit

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
The house that dog built

[Snoop Dogg] 
 
**talking while singing "Late night"**
 
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money...
I mean it's hard.. hustling late night
You know (late niight)
Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know.. I'm a real playa
Real hustler.. real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is..
It can go down all night..
 
[Tray Deee]
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat
The squares asleep
But all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks get locked down like they off a child
Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips
Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss
So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft
Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two
With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you
Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming
The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining
9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life
 
[Kokane]
On a late night..
That's the time we gone ride
Nigga, it's do or die
Late night
We ain't checking for names
When the hollow points fly
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
We had to get into some gangsta shit
Late night
Deeper and deeper
They don't know who they fucking wit
 
[Goldie Loc]
Dead bodies with a funky smell
Throw 'em in the ocean
Jack the fo' up two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo?
I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio
Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house?
Gallop in yo shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit
And it's all about the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez
And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
 
[Kokane]
On a late night..
That's the time that we gone move a gang away
Late night
They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
I bang these streets for all so long
Late night
Deeper and deeper
Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong
 
[fades out]

[Kokane]
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And ain't too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends
Ohhhhhhh
 
[Goldie Loc]
Now all I gotta do is keep my head up
And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind
But I'm kind-hearted
And don't like being stepped on
If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody
But you know what I never do?
Smoke it off like Gotti
Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone
I never threaten nobody to make it happen
Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin'
But if I had a chance to give it back
I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that
Do that, straight from the heart
Eastside till I die
We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life
 
[Tray Deee]
It's a trip how we Crip
Suppose the enemies still
With both sides ride causing plenty of tears
Insane's and 20's both from the same city
A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many
Me, C, and the G can think back to the start
Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park
And having a heart
To get 'em up if it was beef
Head up like G's, take it out in the street
Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view
So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few
But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case
And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase
You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke
A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close
And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now
Cause I could never see you doing bad without
And that's real
 
[Kokane]
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And ain't too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends...
 
[fades out]