To all the homies  (for all the homies)
 No bitch ass niggas allowed
 No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this)
 Kurupt  Young Godi  Check it out

 Gangsta  gangsta  I'm a G from the D
 That's what the ridahs see
 I'ma get a quarter mil  quarter inch with the deal
 Come through  grey and blue
 I'ma show you what I do  where I hang the shit
 Dogg Pound Gangstaville  in the cut  nigga what
 I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too
 Get a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through
 Got my nigga Slip too
 And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need
 Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in
 I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion
 Ain't no words to express this song
 Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone
 This goes out to the homies
 And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you!

 (Chorus)
 This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you!
 This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you!
 (Give it up nigga, give it up fool)

 Hollered at one of the homies the other day
 He said son ??? and then he looked the other way
 Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself
 He choked and in the ???
 I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit
 Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit
 So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates
 To a whole different hood where different shit takes place
 I been G, since the age of 18
 When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters
 Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one
 Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes
 Holla at the big homeboy C-Style
 Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash
 Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash
 I didn't think niggas could last
 Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz

 (Chorus)

 I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO!
 I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x)

 There I was,
 When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology
 We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs
 Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form
 I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm
 Stack up the cut just like bustas
 Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us
 I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches
 Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop
 Blown, hold up, what's goin' on?
 My man Capone got a hold of his own
 Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes
 Could we put hoes nigga
 Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang
 Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game
 Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game
 Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim
 Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames
 Dope in the wind, indo and hair
 The gang nigga

 (Chorus til fade