(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]

Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a ^!$$% wanna pop his mother$#&@in' collar
(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)

(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars]

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]

Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars

That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game


[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho

Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad $$# 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse ^!$$%, we all in the same game

An every ^!$$% in my click got the platinum chain
Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane


[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it

No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang


[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope

We drop that %#@! for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke

And pop ya mother$#&@in' collar till ya break ya back loc

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]


[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy

Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck

We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac

And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack

My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me

Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect


[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]


[Snoop]
I'll bless you before I diss you
Y'all miss me, %#@! I miss you

So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it

On the corners they poppin' they collars
While back in the days, %#@! ^!$$%s used to stack they dollars
Make a ^!$$% wanna holler

Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators
Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors

But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party ^!$$%s $#&@ clubbers

With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'

[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]