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Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin?
That's the flow, whattup?
Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint
This b*tch man, this b*tch roll up to me man
This b*tch pull up inside and s**t
Roll down the window and s**t, I'm like - "fk you want b*tch?"
b*tch, tell me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that s**t down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's some funny s**t
For real though man, tell these motherfkers what's happenin
*music starts*
Chorus: repeat 2X
Daz What you about nigg*?
Sung Dogg Pound for life
Daz Do ya some nigg*?
Sung Smoke a pound tonight
Daz How ya feel nigg*?
Sung I feel larger than life
Dogg Pound for life
Kurupt
Dogg Pound s**t..
Life without money (money) that's like breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no love in warfare, engage
I make the front page, like Nicholas Cage
and get served, front and center stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers
and get penetrated, tell the connectects superior
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every galaxy throwin up D.P.
Now I could be quick as a cheetah
and rip through ya s**t like a motherfkin wild heina
From the city where light shine bright at night
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin upon the mic
From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')
When you approach Kurupt, approach wit skill
(f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
and broken, nigg* I rock it and break it open
Chorus
Daz
What you about?
Kurupt
You servin me motherfker? (hell no) I think not
That's facin a blizzard in a fkin tank top (back it up)
I took trips from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot)
You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise *cat meow*
Who could it be comin through in all blue (fool)
Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principle
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the bulls**t ceases
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
(fk that!) Fake as* assassin wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical Satan
Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all about money makin
and I'm makin mistakes, you're only worth what your creatin
and a garden of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is stay alive
Money 'til I motherfkin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in this motherfker to grow
and make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow
Chorus
Chorus - 0.5X
*music plays to fade*