Now if you're tired of the hard work, tears and sweat
And you breakin' your neck and you still up in debt
Walkin' 'round town all strapped in
Niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rapp did
Two strikes, none left, out of breath
Livin' in the city, it's a jungle, yeah
All this deception on top of stress
You havin' more problems than a algebra test
You can't seem to come up with your money for rent
And now your baby mama trippin', she want fifty percent
It's a thin line, between yours and mine
The difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime
Now, I (I) know a place where (where)
You might wanna be and I can take you there (mhm)
Pop goes the nine, leave all that behind
You can slide off your shoes, sit back and recline

Come and go with me to Doggyland (hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all)
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Come and go with me to Doggyland
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)

Oh, your homies think you're funny?
Doin' stick-ups for monies
Just to impress the honnies (this is for the honnies)
Rocks you like, so you keep 'em in the sack
You got two strikes, but you're right back up to bat
You're all about your money and got something to sell
But if you fell for it, papi, you'll be back in the jail cell
You chillin' with your feet up (slept)
Someone hated but baby without the homies
And that's when you got ate up
Because you can't be out there doin' low (doin' low)
And then I gather up your crew and roll
Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt
Somebody's always layin' in the cut to get you hurt (for real)
But see, I (I) know (know) a place where (where)
You might wanna be and I can take you there (mhm)
Pop goes the nine, leave all that behind
You can slide off your shoes, sit back and recline

Come and go with me to Doggyland (hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all)
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Come and go with me to Doggyland
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
(I'm ridin' with you, baby)

Hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Lemme holla at the little homeboy real quick
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause he travelin' in the fast lane
Pump your breaks

Stop the life you save may be your own
It's time to slow your roll (slow your roll, slow your roll)
Let Doggyland be your new home (slow your roll, slow your roll)
Stop the life you save may be your own (pump your brakes, pump your brakes)
It's time to slow your roll (pump your brakes, pump your brakes)
Let Doggyland be your new home (pump your brakes, slow your roll)

Doggyland is the town where it's goin' dizzown (it's goin' down)
Everything is free and ain't no HIV (word?)
And niggas don't kill one another (oh really, why is that?)
Because a brother is a brother
And what about the mothers?
They queens (queens), righteous
Man (man), Heaven must be like this
Green for aroma like the grass in the summertime
Ain't no penitentiaries, no, ain't nobody doin' time
And oh yeah, I'm the big okayer (uh-huh)
I'm smarter than the senator, bigger than the mayor
Heaven on Earth, it's like a prayer
And you can't get in without your gold card, you got to be a player
Now you know a place where (where)
You gots to be and I took you there (uh-huh)
Pop goes the nine, leave all that behind
You can slide off your shoes, sit back and recline

Come and go with me to Doggyland (hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all)
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Come and go with me to Doggyland
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby

Hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
Doggyland (Doggyland)
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)
I'm ridin' with you, baby
(To a place that we call it L-B-C)

Copyright: ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Writer(s): Alphonso J. Mizell, Alphonso Mizell, Berry Jr. Gordy, Calvin Broadus, Dennis Lussier, Freddie Perren, Mark S. Jordan