"Pop Lockin' II" as written by and Calvin/miller Broadus....
West coast bad boys
Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin at the holiday inn

[Daz]
Yeah Tha Dogg Pound is back again
Makin it pop cause it's after 10
Hypin it up, who else could do it but us
Sillk, Gold, Snoop, Daz & Kurupt what up

Ain't no limit to what I could do
I show em cause put it to em
That's what I do what I do
And dust ya whole crew

A gangsta walk
That's how I spark the see
And I do it that's on D.P.G.
Hollin at people choped it up just like a p

We chillin in the place to be
Yeah homie and that's on me
Big paper big thangs big house big jags
Homie this a west coast thang

Ha ha peel out this gate
Pancake three wheel drop the top
Watch the girls strait jock ya kno
Dogg pound make the world go round
Long beach keep puttin it down wit that west coast sound

Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin wit all my friends
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches

Oh boy
[Snoop Dogg]
The gangstas bang, do that dame thang
Me and my nephew dogghouse keep it tru
Roll that weed, pass that drank
Holla at your nigga baby bring your thang

[Master P]
From the south to the west

[Snoop Dogg]
Why must I, chase the cat
If you was me and I was you
You probably floss on a nigga
Buring rubber in a 52
Most bitches do and most niggas do to
In the land where it all about the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery

Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin wit all my friends
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches

[Goldie Loc]
Now why must I, see like that
With them mary yellow chucks
Draped in all black
Takin back like the pop lockin kangol gold suits

[Master P]
Showin love to the soldiers
From the red to the blu

[W.C.]
From the home of the rip rydaz
Dogs and bionics
To the south where them neeaz is bout it bout it
It's that bandanna general
Burnin em up on the erio
Where g'z wit no cereal
G'd up & twistin em
Sittin on 22's as I tilt
Bangin corners wit my locs p & sillk
Quick to bang
It's that brown paper bag dranker
On the remix dub see keep it gangsta

Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin wit all my friends
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches

[Silkk the Shocker]
It ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You know what we bring
No limit and dogghouse
Ain't nothing but a g thang baby
You know, we think to win
Ya'll think moneys soften us
Ya'll better thank again
'cause if ain't about money
Then why would I bother
If she ain't keepin it real
Then why would I holla

[Master P]
We them west coast bad boys
No we don't brag boy
Pimpin on the corner gettin cheese
T-shirt khakis & jeans
And all the thugs know where we be
It's the w to the rizzo this one for my nizzo
The lakers did they thizzle ain't no limit to my swissal

Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin wit all my friends
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches

[E-40]
It's gang involved
Been doin it after days is kermit the frog
Was a polliwag
The playa wit all the lingo
The rap game without me is like
Old folks without bingo
It's the ambassador of the bay
The shiggido my niggidy
It's 40 fanzarigido off the higgido
Strait up out that valley jo
Northern california do you recognize pimp

Pop lockin in my rolls royce, cadillac, lincoln and mercedes benz
Pop lockin at the howard johnson, sheraton pop lockin wit all my friends
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches
It's that west coast way we livin; money cars weed bitches

Whoaawhoaawhoaa it how were livin


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"Pop Lockin' II" as written by Priest J N Brooks Calvin N Broadus

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