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Ed O G Bitch Up Off Me

You know who's back up in this motherfucker What what what what? Blaze it up, blaze it up Top dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up DPGC my nigga turn that shit up

what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G

funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes, I'm fresh, N double O P D O double G Y, D O double G, ya see Showin'

your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd On the block is a no, niggas, didn't know that I could go off And show off, and throw off the law, turn

heat to sell Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins I kicked it with the O G's pickin up on game Get your money on, fuck a bitch and

to me And I used to have a cutless on stainless feet Passing all day up in Latoya street Back when Scarface used to sing to me Have me feeling like a G

come up on the creep And these suckers be on that reach, tryin to come up off of me You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet

fuckin' shit up Neva see me shakin' my butt, I strut like a gangsta, bitch No, not a pranksta bitch, I'm quick to gank a bitch trick Peep game at this

show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy I cut wit g's nigga, march playas, step wit me killas Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies I'm a N O