[Snoop Dogg]  Yeah baby!Snoop Dogg you done did it again  You shitted on these niggas and bitches  Oh!Doggys Angels  Westcoast females  Three plus three five plus seven  All dogs go to heaven  Ladies    [Verse 1-Big Chan]  Chan loc comin threw and kickin up dust  Loc comin threw, what the fuck  You niggas wannabe clowns, bitches wanna be down  Oh how you love that sound?I don't think so  It ain't no room no mo', it ain't no punk in this ho  I throw blows lift muthafuckas off they toes  While y'all givin it slow mo', I mash for the dough  What the fuck y'all sleepin fo'?(just cause i'm Chan loc)  Hit the switch on the fo', as I dips down the backstreets  Come up on the crippest and the cold of the streets  Hands on yo heat, bulletproof I can't sleep  I got him, so I'm forced to staright take mines  While y'all bust silly ass rhymes, commit stupid ass crimes  You so-called playas think you got beef?  You muthafuckas know that you can't see me  I'm thugged out from the Dogg House    [Chorus]  Where all my West Coast niggas at?  Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)  And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)  Where my East Coast niggas at?  Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)  And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)  Where my Dirty South niggas at?  Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)  And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)  Where my North Coast niggas at?  Now pop ya collar to dis(We in here!)  And pop ya collar to dat(We in this muthafucka!)  Where they at, where they at    [Verse 2-Kola]  Approach, and watch I leave a ring around yo throat  Lyrical overdose Cadillac post wit hundred spokes  Buckled down from the Moet to the Lex GX  Spoiler kit front and back chrome Mac one laid back  Thought I wasn't when I was cutthroat and main thug  Manuverin major, on point like razors  DK from NY, PO from LB 304s, to dis foes who try to test me  Smoked out lil Eddie Kain when i'm switichin fo' lanes  Bring pain like Method Man, Don Peaches wit the chain  Stand out wit the neck out toes exposed  Shake the fake when my migrate hos exposed  Do or die when chestized, fucked in the fame  Who am I?Kola Marion stuck in the game  Seperate the dogs from pups when static errupts  In the cut like what platinumed out and iced up    [Chorus]    [Verse 3-Conyiac]  Now as we mash out intoxicated bout to pass out  Chan crushed the purple and Kola pulled a ash out  Thirty club century homies followin the pint  (Pulled out the laid X on filth arm on silt)  Hop out like Veng Status, as large as Micheal Jackson  In the V.I.P. liftin cake and gettin it crackin  I'm Conyiacin(the Farrah Fawcett of the group)  Shake fake bitches tryna creep, like Kola I crack beats  I so lead this trust, so hatas is excluded  (Only converse wit real hogs, me and my dogs)  Angels keep it at it, like Clicks 40 like Po'  Rolls out the Dogg House, hatas like, "oh no!"  Frozen over from mice blind bitches mean muggin  Talk shit like Chris Rock, i'm G wit it when i'm thuggin  Un-see able click like Don Carlos stay flossin  (Bitches grab ya hips, niggas grab ya dicks)    [Chorus]    [Snoop Dogg]  We in here, we in this muthafucka![3x]  We in here, we stay in this muthafucka!  Like I said its another one baby  You shitted on these niggas Snoop Dogg  Doggy's Angels