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Intro:
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all know who I am y'all tearin up s**t
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 motherfkers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigg* Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the biggest 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 motherfkin hoes
Speakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you gots the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint?
You's a flea... and I'm the Big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfkin paws
Y'alls, , 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 girls then I'll fk all ten
See my homie Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Lifesavers
Ain't that somethin, talk s**t and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fkin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find a bomber rhymer than this nigg* 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 fkin 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 d*ckies, 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 fk of it
Ruff and rugged s**t, it's unexplanatory 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 s**t 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 fkin 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 s**t)
Diggity Daz out of the motherfkin 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 d*ck
Till I die I'm still screamin now (girls ain't s**t)
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 s**t
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 fk 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