Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala D-D-D-G Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala It's like 4 to the 5 to the 6 to the 7 I once was told that all dogs go to heaven Well, how you been, where you been and what it look like? My game Trump type Especially when it bump like 4 young G's gettin' crazy And no limit is the label that pays me Ride around town laying gang down like GoDaddy And I remember what my momma showed me and told me Gang recognize gang Stay true to what you doing, don't be ashamed I got all my game from her, sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from going under I'm a bad young brother I fall to my knees, thank God for I do my thing I don't know why, I love to gang bang See life ain't nothing but a twist anyway, trick anyway You can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way Cause I'm a Mino, Fino, Sino, and Pino We make records for the clubs and the bangers And the clubs and them dope slangers I'm a G with his khakis hanging real low In a black rack, 64 Rollin' down the streets looking way clean Banging them old hits, boy, like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LBZ Forget it, that's what they tell me Sell me everything except a real hit And when it's time for the... Boy, boy, quick, this ain't nothing but up for us And fool, you get wet up for playing with my cheddar It's cold outside, you better *** your sweater And that bad girl you're dealing with, boy, she'll get you set up Top dollar with the gold flake collar Dipping in my blue Impala Top dollar with the gold flake collar Dipping in my blue Impala Boy, you done put all your trust in that girl Didn't you see what happened to the president, nigga, raw? Living in a tine house, big as the White House Didn't nobody give a... What you talking about? Fool, I'm dirty like the South And to be real, I feel that's how I'm coming out Back on the whole stroll, highway, pimp patrol Put your cuffs on your girl, nigga, let off a roll Man, it's way cold with this game What's his name? What's his name? Huh? I'm the capital S, don't mess with stress N-double-O-P-D-O-double-G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonse Capone Count money like Basie, police try to chase me Niggas wanna replace me, but you can't I'm riding in the tank, I'm blowing hella dank So whether riding in your... I'm blowing on some dodo Spread the word and take the photo The last dining hooked up with the king of the coast with the most And Snoop Dogg is the representer, yeah Through the niggas and Gs and the LVCs In the Cali or Projects, Brooklyn and Queens Chi-Town, Wal-Mart, Dogg Pound in the house Every time we touch down, right next to my hometown, D-Town Eastside St. Louis, Spokane Get your money, man, get your money Tick-tock, Little Rock, right next to Houston, Texas Homo rap a lot, we like to jack a lot Give me what you got, let me get that about you Homie, I got you, something for the summertime while it's hot And got the freaks posted up in the parking lot And guess what? She want the G with the biggest, huh? The homie who don't give a yeah You see homies like me? All we see is money, power moves, and a freakaway And last but not least, my homie B-O-Z Much love from the N-O, you feel me? Oh yeah, and my little cousin D-A-Z Forever, homie, it's D-B-G-C And last but not least, Dr. D-R-E You know I'm mad, holla at me, get out to get at me For life, for life, you still a G, son D-B-G Top dollar with the gold flick, I'm still a G, man D-B-G Top dollar with the gold flick, I'm still a G, man