Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna bend a cone in my lowrider, dawg, you heard me? Top dollar with the gold fleek, holla Dippin' in my flower, holla Yeah, still a G-Factor It's time for all the lowriders out there Dippin' in my flower, holla Yeah All the dippers If you like to get your dip on Hit a switch or two Bang a cone, signal three Yeah Dippin' in the gold fleek, holla It's like four into the five into the six into the seven 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 four DPGs Gettin' crazy, and no limit is the label that pays, man Ridin' round town, layin' gang down like go-dig And I remember what my momma showed me, told me Gang recognize gang, and stay true to what you do and don't be ashamed I got all my game from her, sometimes I have to wonder How I keep from goin' under, I'm a cold mother***er I fall to my knees and thank God before I do my thing I don't know why, I love the gang bang See, life ain't nothin' but a twist anyway, bitch Anyway, you can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way, cause I'm a Mino Vino, Cino, and Pino, C-Lo We make music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches *** you, R&B singer She want a nigga with his khakis hangin' real low In a black rag, 64 Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean Bangin' that real ***, nigga, like Al Green I'm headin' straight to the LV Forget it, that's what they tell me Sell me everything except some bull*** And when it's time for the gun fight, nigga, pull quick Cause ain't nothin' but up for us And nigga, you get wet up for ***in' with my chaps It's cold outside, nigga, *** your sweater And that bad bitch you ***in' with, nigga, she get you set up Boy, you done put all your trust in that hoe Didn't you see what happened to the President, nigga, Roe? Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House You *** around and stuck your dick in that white bitch mouth That's what you talkin' about, fool, I'm dirty like the South And to be real, I feel, that's how I'm comin' out Back on the whole stroll, highway, pen patrol Put your cuffs on your girl, nigga, I let off a roll And that nigga Wayne Cole with his gang And what's his mother***in' name? Who, me? I'm the capital S I don't *** with stress He in double O.P. Eagle mother***in' double G The coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alfonso Count money like Basie Police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me, but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So rather ridin' in your Lolo I'm smokin' on some Dodo Spread the word and take the photo The last I done hooked up with the mother***in' king Of the cults with the most Here's a toast and Smoke Dawg is the representer Through the niggas and G's Through the LBC's In the Gallio Project Brooklyn and Queens Chi-Town, whoa now Dawg Pound in the house Every time we touch down Right next to my hometown, D-Town Eastside St. Louis Spokane, get your money, man Tick-Tock, Little Rock Right next to Houston, Texas Home of rap a lot We like to jack a lot Give me what you got Let me get that about you Nigga, I got you Somethin' for the summertime while it's hot And got the bitches posted up in the parking lot And guess what? She want the nigga with the biggest smell It's the nigga who don't give a *** You see, niggas like me All we see is money Power moves and eventually And last but not least My nigga B-O-Z Much love from the N-O My nigga Phil Me And my lil' cousin D-A-Z Forever nigga This D-P-G-C N-O-E-R Dr. D-R-E You know where I'm at nigga Holla at me Get at me Just holla at me nigga Yeah That's real Y'all know who's gonna pay It's still a D-P-G It's still a G-Fest It's still a G-Fest Nigga D-P-G It's still a G-Fest It's still a G-Fest D-P-G It's still a G-Fest It's still a G-Fest Nigga D-P-G D-P-G I'm the homie of the nigga D-P-G It's still a G-Fest It's still a G-Fest Nigga D-P-G D-P-G D-P-G D-P-G D-P-G Holla at me Holla at me D-P-G Holla at me D-P-G D-P-G D-P-G