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

(To a place that be, call it LBC)