| Lyrics: | Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know
where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist
of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now
we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa,
you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
[Daz]
I see some
mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail,
or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs..
Snoop Dogg is the name,
Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to
gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up witchu I
represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long
Beach
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
rest
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker
creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
[RBX] Suicide, it's a
suicide (4X)
[Snoop]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you
in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave
you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs
like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a
journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full
comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every
thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon
on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another
level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well...
[RBX] Suicide, it's a
suicide (4X)
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?
[RBX] Serial killa,
serial killa, serial killa
("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms
cereal..")
[RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine,
that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def
cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the
X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama,
dilemma
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin
name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky
Charms cereal..") |
