Dogg Pound
Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side
Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side
Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side
For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on)
And all the playas in the 79 Coupes (ride on)
For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin 68
This ones from me to you (ride on)
Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg
I keep it crackin while Im stackin in this game called rappin
Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat
And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat
Hell, yeah, then pass the beat
And everybody wanna know whats up with me and Master P (ughh)
For your concern, you knew there wannt no gimmick
When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wannt No Limit
To the thangs Im gon do
Now its really goin down with the DPGC
Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat
And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo)
Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South
Add more killers to this entourage
South, West, oh, yes
We in charge and well pull your cards
No disrespect or disregards
Life in the big LB is gettin hard (so what)
So my squad gon mob and drop bombs
Bring me along, we causin everybody harm
I make ya scream (ahhhhhh)
I make ya shout (ooooohhh)
Cmon all you partyin people
Let me turn ya out
Cuz you know Im all about
The hoes, money, and clout
And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy)
All the way down South
Can you feel me?
I can dig it
Hoes- Take me to the bridge
Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)
Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what)
Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)
Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg
Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe
Im a G for G and nuttin else for life
You can bet your bottom biscuit
You get twisted if you dwellin in my felon intuition (what up)
Tha Doggfather is a household name
>From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg
Im sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape
Somewhere hidden in his briefcase
Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines
Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean
Take a look you aint ever seen
One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord
Back to the spot up top
West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC)
A who bang with diamond
Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy
With blue Colion playin in the backround
On the behind line with big style
Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go
Game strong, no longer in the roll
Just a few names from the respected files
LBC styles, DPG ale
I bought a house with a lake in the back
My big holey stack just like that
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