| Dippin' with my forty-five
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| You niggas gone make me lose it
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| Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
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| For life, yeah you better watch what you say
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| Livin' on the West Coast California, hey
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| Hey yo guess who’s back
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| It’s them niggas you don’t come around unless you strapped
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| Check it Daz and Soopa', we pressin' the fact
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| We givin' knockouts to niggas plus a lesson in rap
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| You shoulda kept your mouth closed, left it at that
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| Now we pullin' out the weapons, the tech and the mack
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| You shoulda played the back like a regular cat
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| Ya fucked up, you let your heart get ahead of your raps
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| Now we all up on yo' dome like a Mexican hat
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| Arriba bitch, I’ll separate your neck from your back
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| Punk nigga, I’ma tell ya straight to your face
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| Right before I take off bombin' straight to your face
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| It’s that West Coast, D-O double-G flow
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| Lookin' all around town but really don’t see no
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| Niggas who can fuck with that, buck quick nigga
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| Duck quick nigga, talk and get your strut hit nigga
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| What, who, pop and shit talk
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| Step up ya get rocked, raw move jack
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| Y’all niggas better Crip Walk up out my business
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| I’ll finish ya, cold sinister
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| Hoe administer, no gimmicks bruh
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| Slow quit it, ya steppin' on the wrong turf
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| We cock back with the Glock strap
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| Six feet fuckin' with this D. P
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| Dippin' on these niggas Llac’d up, chrome on the side
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| To make these niggas back up and I’m
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| Bangin' that gangsta music
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| Dippin' with my forty-five
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| You niggas gon' make me lose it
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| Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
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| For life, yeah you better watch what you say
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| Livin' on the West Coast California, hey
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| I’m a G in the highest degree
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| I told the B-U-L-L-shit to back off me
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| I ain’t havin' it, let it smoke and I’ll smoke yo ass
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| I finally can relax at last, on a mission on a serious task
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| The police wanna know who’s under the másk
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| Who makin', breakin' yourself for the jewelry and cash
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| Like Luda' I’m too furious and too damn fast
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| (And this is how I’m gon' do ya
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| Everyone around here who smoke Buddha)
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| I stay high all the time, double my money in this rap game
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| On point, hot to death, homie what a for sure aim
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| God damn it’s a motherfuckin' shame
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| How niggas keep kickin' up my name
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| You ain’t nobody, I turn the book, rip the page
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| I’m at the point where I’m about to get paid
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| I crave for this, misbehave with him and draw down on him
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| I had to learn, I had to stay focused
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| This goes out, to you know who
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| Who try to do what we do, and try to be like my crew
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| You fake ass gangstas, you’ll never be true
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| This is Dogg Pound Gang (Soopafly, Kurupt and Snoop)
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| So back up or get rolled on, we love to ride
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| (We smoke kush, smoke purple 'cause we love to get high)
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| 'Cause I’m
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| I’m with my kinfolk, we blowin' big dope
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| We on this big boat, this shit is no joke
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| We on the West Coast, yeah we got the best smoke
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| Baby girl jumped out the boat and did the breast stroke
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| And now a nigga floatin', but on a different note
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| Cause 'Fly just flew in and cuz bought some different smoke
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| So, so, tell me what a nigga paid
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| I’ll back-slap ya, I’m your papi, what that nigga say?
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| You better keep it on the low or don’t speak at all
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| And tell Shameka and Konica I’ma freak 'em dog
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| See when I ride up, you know I fire it up
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| I throw a party on the block and get ya wired up
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| See it’s the big boss, I’m in the big house
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| With the bitch who suck dick with the big mouth
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| I set the big trap for the big mouse
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| I left him stuck him for his cheese
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| Now I breeze, nigga please, bang on
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| Yeah, so so gangsta
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| You know what time it is, we run this gangsta shit
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| West Coast to the fullest
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| Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly, Kurupt, Snoop Dogg
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| Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about nigga
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| The ultimate gangsta crew
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta, Crip |