Hold Up - Daz Dillinger, Crystal

Diggy Daz about to surface like hot air balloons

Leaves and platoons, hoes and harlots, hoes and Harley’s

D-A to the Z, rock with that double-barrel shotty in the gangsta party

I’ma do what I’m 'bout to do, hoe what about you?

And them other two, and them other two

D.P.G.C.

vital, liable to smother you (that's right)

Undercover in a bucket like fuck it

What them real niggas got to say to them bitch niggas boy?

This gangsta shit

And I’ma be the first runnin' up, blastin' with the gun tucked

Blastin' the suckas 'til niggas get chipped

I’m a fanatic, somatic, 24-sev fool

Dippin' in a Cutlass, two P’s in a bucket

(Yo Daz, homie won’t you tell these niggas somethin')

It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party motherfucker!

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load Up

(Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load Up

(Blast, blast)

Chevy, with a buck-fifty horses for the forces

Breakin' homies and seperatin' like divorces

I’ma show you G, to a T

D-O double G the P-O-U-N to the D

We’ll leave you motionless

D.P.G.

and me, are the only G’s these hoes came to see

Work that thang girl, pop that azz

You are now cultivated by the sounds of Daz

And — all my gangsta niggas keep on smashin' on these bitches

And we hittin', hittin' switches on three in a 'Llac

If you’re lookin' for us gangstas, then we in the back

With the all grey and blue on, D.P.G.

on the hat

They call me Daz Dilly bitch, loco, more she intact

And at that get your lungs collapsed, perhaps you prefer that

(For my G’s gleamin', candy paintin'

Ridin', rollin', smashin', dashin'

Indo hashin', any get wit me)

I thought I told you that

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load up

(Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load up

(Load Up, Load Up, Load Up, Load Up)

I was about to hit these switches on low-low's

With Dat Nigga Daz, D.P.G.

Original

Niggas high as a kite

Got the whole world shakin' like a Dogg Pound Gangsta

Shit, yeah yeah

Man, sit, let me spit — a little game to you

Let me introduce my homie to you

You’re just a hype, mush me out

Unleash on these hoes

Turn into a motherfuckin' beast on these hoes

Get your head right, game right, aim right

Get everything right, with all your might

Or you might not see daylight, AK might spray your night

The total eclipse at night

The force is fly (high), shootin' out shit that scorch the sky

Stops at the sparks that fly

I’ma forcified, and I’m forced to try

With all my might to get the force to fly

Bigg Snoop, demands we stay on point like Stacey Adams (Dogghouse!)

I’m bumpin' parliament and then Yolanda Adams

I’m just dippin' that’s all, I’m just dippin'

D-A to the Z on point and I ain’t trippin', c’mon

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load Up

(Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up).

Load Up, Load Up

(Load Up… c’mon)

I was about to hit these switches on low-low's

With Dat Nigga Daz, D.P.G.

Original

Niggas high as a kite

Got the whole world shakin' like a Dogg Pound Gangsta

Shit, yeah yeah

(Load Up, Load Up)

Get your gat and load up