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
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