Doggy's Angels

Doggy's Angels - Pop Your Collar Two Dis lyrics

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[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah baby!Snoop Dogg you done did it again

You shitted on these niggas and bitches

Oh!Doggys Angels

Westcoast females

Three plus three five plus seven

All dogs go to heaven

Ladies



[Verse 1: Big Chan]

Chan loc comin threw and kickin up dust

Loc comin threw, what the fuck

You niggas wannabe clowns, bitches wanna be down

Oh how you love that sound?I don't think so

It ain't no room no mo', it ain't no punk in this ho

I throw blows lift muthafuckas off they toes

While y'all givin it slow mo', I mash for the dough

What the fuck y'all sleepin fo'?(just cause i'm Chan loc)

Hit the switch on the fo', as I dips down the backstreets

Come up on the crippest and the cold of the streets

Hands on yo heat, bulletproof I can't sleep

I got him, so I'm forced to staright take mines

While y'all bust silly ass rhymes, commit stupid ass crimes

You so-called playas think you got beef?

You muthafuckas know that you can't see me

I'm thugged out from the Dogg House



[Chorus]

Where all my West Coast niggas at?

Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)

And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)

Where my East Coast niggas at?

Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)

And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)

Where my Dirty South niggas at?

Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)

And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)

Where my North Coast niggas at?

Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)

And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)

Where they at, where they at



[Verse 2: Kola]

Approach, and watch I leave a ring around yo throat

Lyrical overdose Cadillac post wit hundred spokes

Buckled down from the Moet to the Lex GX

Spoiler kit front and back chrome Mac one laid back

Thought I wasn't when I was cutthroat and main thug

Manuverin major, on point like razors

DK from NY, PO from LB 304s, to dis foes who try to test me

Smoked out lil Eddie Kain when i'm switichin fo' lanes

Bring pain like Method Man, Don Peaches wit the chain

Stand out wit the neck out toes exposed

Shake the fake when my migrate hos exposed

Do or die when chestized, fucked in the fame

Who am I?Kola Marion stuck in the game

Seperate the dogs from pups when static errupts

In the cut like what platinumed out and iced up



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Conyiac]

Now as we mash out intoxicated bout to pass out

Chan crushed the purple and Kola pulled a ash out

Thirty club century homies followin the pint

(Pulled out the laid X on filth arm on silt)

Hop out like Veng Status, as large as Micheal Jackson

In the V.I.P. liftin cake and gettin it crackin

I'm Conyiacin(the Farrah Fawcett of the group)

Shake fake bitches tryna creep, like Kola I crack beats

I so lead this trust, so hatas is excluded

(Only converse wit real hogs, me and my dogs)

Angels keep it at it, like Clicks 40 like Po'

Rolls out the Dogg House, hatas like, "oh no!"

Frozen over from mice blind bitches mean muggin

Talk shit like Chris Rock, i'm G wit it when i'm thuggin

Un-see able click like Don Carlos stay flossin

(Bitches grab ya hips, niggas grab ya dicks)



[Chorus]



[Snoop Dogg]

We in here, we in this muthafucka! [x3]

We in here, we stay in this muthafucka!

Like I said its another one baby

You shitted on these niggas Snoop Dogg

Doggy's Angel
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