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How We Get Down

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(feat. Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams) Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all (Bad Azz x2) See me, I be about my dollars In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars I'ma G, we, be up for the Impalas wit the juice, gettin loose on y'all, I make ya holla (Bad Azz) I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin What's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play pen The play pen party is poppin, it's strait line up It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's over When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon) (Kola - Doggy's Angels) Who make 'em chat? Angels rule the world Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!) Who got the turk to the dirt? Throwin nose and dope Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!) Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!) Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z! (Chorus: LaToya Williams) (oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down (oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down (oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down (oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down (Bad Azz) Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine it ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out) Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz Take money by the motherfuckin gun See I'ma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun (c'mon) Oh you gone? I see it real wierd 'til it's over Where you at? We still smokin and this is Conyiac (Conyiac - Doggy's Angels) It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses Regulate every aspect of the game (Brain loose, sippin purple smoke) That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt) They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys) Step up wit quiet and I could get us Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla I be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow (Chorus x2) (Bad Azz) Three, two, one, it's at the NFL like the thang just begun I'm fucked up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts I can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shit It's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split When it's this kinda party, we always act dope Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan? (Big Chan - Doggy's Angels) Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made Y'all bought - y'all paid We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang That's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang) (Chorus x4)

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