[Chronic break]
Can we get a motherf*ckin moment of silence
For the small chronic break?
A-hah, n*ggas be brown-nosing these hoes and sh*t
Taking b*tches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes
Know what I'm saying?
I treat a b*tch like 7-Up, I never have I never will
I tell a b*tch like this:
"b*tch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes
You'll never go platinum!"
Hey Daz, give me a light n*gga
[Intro: Taa Dow & Snoop Dogg]
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherf*cker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all n*ggas know who I am, y'all n*ggas tearin' up sh*t
But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
It's like everywhere I lizzook
And everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherf*ckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
Some of these n*ggas is so deceptive
Using my styles like a contraceptive
I hope you get burnt
Seems you haven't learnt
It's the knick-knack, patty-whack
I still got the biggest sack!
So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back
Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up
Now, tell me, what's going on?
It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones
Known for break off so take off your clothes
And quit trying to spit at my motherf*ckin' hoes!
Speaking of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint?
You'se a flea, and I'm the Big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf*ckin' paws
Y'alls n*ggas better recognize
And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside
Til I die. Why ask why?
As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
[Verse 2 - Kurupt]
Well if you give me 10 b*tches then I'll f*ck all 10
Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers
Ain't that something?
Talk sh*t and I'm dumpin'
I had your whole f*ckin' block bumpin'
Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China
You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this n*gga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
1, 2, 3: you can't see me
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics
A f*ckin' menace, using 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 coming from L.A
She used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that ho
Show her my di*kies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsettin' 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 f*ck of it
Ruff and rugged sh*t, it's unexplanatory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory 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 sh*t up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin
Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you f*ckin' wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
[Daz Dillinger]
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Til when? (Til the early morn')
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough
[Verse 3 - Daz]
Diggity-Daz out of the motherf*ckin' cut once more
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip-flop and serve hows with a fat di*k
Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "b*tches ain't sh*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 sh*t
The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D
The gangster clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the f*ck you want
Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high
I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
Can we get a motherf*ckin moment of silence
For the small chronic break?
A-hah, n*ggas be brown-nosing these hoes and sh*t
Taking b*tches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes
Know what I'm saying?
I treat a b*tch like 7-Up, I never have I never will
I tell a b*tch like this:
"b*tch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes
You'll never go platinum!"
Hey Daz, give me a light n*gga
[Intro: Taa Dow & Snoop Dogg]
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherf*cker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all n*ggas know who I am, y'all n*ggas tearin' up sh*t
But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
It's like everywhere I lizzook
And everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherf*ckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
Some of these n*ggas is so deceptive
Using my styles like a contraceptive
I hope you get burnt
Seems you haven't learnt
It's the knick-knack, patty-whack
I still got the biggest sack!
So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back
Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up
Now, tell me, what's going on?
It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones
Known for break off so take off your clothes
And quit trying to spit at my motherf*ckin' hoes!
Speaking of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint?
You'se a flea, and I'm the Big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf*ckin' paws
Y'alls n*ggas better recognize
And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside
Til I die. Why ask why?
As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
[Verse 2 - Kurupt]
Well if you give me 10 b*tches then I'll f*ck all 10
Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers
Ain't that something?
Talk sh*t and I'm dumpin'
I had your whole f*ckin' block bumpin'
Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China
You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this n*gga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
1, 2, 3: you can't see me
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics
A f*ckin' menace, using 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 coming from L.A
She used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that ho
Show her my di*kies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsettin' 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 f*ck of it
Ruff and rugged sh*t, it's unexplanatory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory 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 sh*t up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin
Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you f*ckin' wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
[Daz Dillinger]
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Til when? (Til the early morn')
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough
[Verse 3 - Daz]
Diggity-Daz out of the motherf*ckin' cut once more
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip-flop and serve hows with a fat di*k
Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "b*tches ain't sh*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 sh*t
The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D
The gangster clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the f*ck you want
Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high
I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die
[Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher]
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
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