You hoes, still can not fade these G's
We be smoking and choking, and blowing on weed

Keeping my pistol @@#!ed, when I ride in these streets
This nine with this beam, will put you (*##$es to sleep



You (*##$es, still ain't $#&@ing around with the Dougie yeah
I keep it gangsta on my grind on my own, by myself

You #~!!@ ^!$$%z, is some (*##$es thinking I don't know
It's Dougie D I'm a guerilla hoe, and that's fa sho
I'm in the game, but ain't no games being played by me (*##$

I GMS up on my hustle, hoe I'm getting rich
Grown man %#@!, (*##$ and you ain't $#&@ing with it
Up on my pimping daddy, you ^!$$%z'll never get it

I'm $#&@ing with Mexican D, Grey D and that Bust Eye
Whenever I need me some weed, some lean-o when I ride
You mother$#&@ers got us wrong, (*##$ we Maab tied

My ^!$$%z get shot and keep living, guerilla inside of em
Don't be mistaking and thinking, it's all fun and lies
I'm not in public, so I'm not a suspect when someone dies

You (*##$es can't fade me, I never will so (*##$ keep trying
You $#&@ing with a heathen, and that's on my blood line






Yeah I told you (*##$es, bout this nine and this beam
Yeah I told you hoes, about $#&@ing round with a G
I'm from the gutter, but the bayou where you will get found

With one hollow point in your head, and your dick and your mouth
It's Dougie D, and yeah you (*##$es gon respect it pimping
I'm from the streets, so (*##$ I'm gon have the streets repping with me

And don't be tripping, trying to act just like your gangstas thoed
I'll have you #~!!@ ^!$$%z, beheaded and discomposed
I told you mother$#&@ers what it is, I came it to wreck it

$#&@ing with me, I'll have you updating your dental records
Look I ain't trying to $#&@ with you boys, I'm a grown man
My 45 sit by my nuts, my 9's in my hand

Puffing on Bob Marley, waiting for y'all to act !@$!ed
I put a bullet in your head, your (*##$ and your partnas
And I ain't gon tell you ^!$$%z and (*##$es, no $#&@ing mo'

That you will never ever, never ever fade me hoe





What's happening daddy, the Dougie D gon get it cracking

I'm acting badly with this red beam, on this pad is flashing
You ^!$$%z is stankers, all be some (*##$ and scared to blaze
But you be talking all that %#@! to (*##$es, like you prayed

But you ain't know them (*##$es you capping to, is my hoes
I'll have 'em $#&@ you drug you, and whack you and take your do'
Cause look I'm gangsta bout my issue, (*##$ I'm organized

I told you $#&@ers, everything I do Maab tied
Look I got boppers posted up, with tackles stand with chopper
I got Columbians that tear the game, with game's impostles

And you don't wanna see the heathens, creep up out the slums
Up on that neek and nary, all the kinds of $#&@ing drugs
You writing letters talking down, on Dougie from Dominguez

I guess you mad, because this Dougie isn't baby ^&@#$
And I ain't tripping with you (*##$, you better watch your mouth
Cause I'm a mother$#&@ing G, I put that on the South