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We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this
motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together
for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
Verse One:
Snoop Doggy Dogg
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin
motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so
deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't
learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun
away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me
what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the
break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin
paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East
Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y
Chorus:
It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a
Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World
Verse Two: Kurupt
Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop
Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary,
packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had
your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way,
I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with
hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on
and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties
droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did
was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin
out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the
way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button,
and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin
with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a
hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog
Chorus
Verse Three: Daz
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when
(till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound
clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)
Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and
serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now
i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As
you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now
as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the
fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke
chronic till the day that I die
Chorus |
