Texty:
Loc Dog Love You

how you'd rather die alone Than being stuck here with me And maybe you've fallen down And maybe you, you took the long way home But baby you will never love you

Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from

on my chest, my tools and my piece 'Thug Life', motherfucker, gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog,

your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. 'cause you lost all your homeys love Now call it what you want to You

tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you

the clubs, or when we smoke dope We drop that shit for you kin folk And poor folks no joke, loc loc Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke And pop ya motherfuckin

just to clean 'em an' load em, doggy You had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer Not to mention new Range, no number An' you know the Rover, so

[Snoop Dogg] *inhales* Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Quik check this out dog You know mothafuckers be doin way way too mothafuckin much You know? That's real Just

) Raise up, 'cuz you can't have it back You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short dog's in the house, "Whattup