Wed like to welcome yall to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Yall niggaz know who I am yall niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for yall tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
Its like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
Im hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it aint 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 havnt learnt
Its the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz im back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me whats 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, Ill get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
Youse a flea and im the big Dogg
Ill scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Yalls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where Im comin from its still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y
Its a crazy mixed up world, its a Doggy Dogg World
Its a Doggy Dogg World, its a Doggy Dogg World
The Doggs World
Well if you give me ten bitches then Ill fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Dont slip, Im fo to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Aint that somethin, talk shit and Im dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Dont sweat, but check the tecnique, Im unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, Im coming through
One-two, three, you cant see me
Im a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
Its on again, its on and poppin
All I see is green, so there aint no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
Im 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)
Im dishin out blues, Im upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the names often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, its unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but its manditory that I kick it
Check it, Im 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, its on, Im head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9s for some action
You really dont know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You cant do me, Im goin out looney like O-Dog
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It dont stop (and uh) it dont 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 Im still screamin that (bitches aint shit)
Now im the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where Im 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 thats what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise Ill smoke chronic till the day that I die
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