| Smash, just before you talk spaz out
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| Hittin’the switch, then hittin’the stash
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| Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
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| I’m gone homeboy, this the hood where it’s on homeboy
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| I’mma live long homeboy
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| Too deep, too strong homeboy
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| We rollin’too deep with two zones homeboy
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| It’s on homeboy
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| Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
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| D-A-Z, I can’t believe this nigga gon’trip
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| He’s nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
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| With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee
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| Big C-Style and Mitch made to be Shine Dogg gettin’super-high lit
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| High-flyin'high super-duper high
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| We super-duper fly
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| I put ya in the mix
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| I ain’t with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit
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| Bitch, where’s the grip?
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG, C)
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| Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| C’mon homies give it up
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG, C)
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| Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| C’mon homies give it up What I’mma do, I’mma bang on the beat
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| What I’mma do, cain’t cock and serve heat
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| You lookin’at me, I’m scopin’on you
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| But you don’t know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
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| Everybody talkin''bout Money Ain’t A Thang
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| Everybody talkin''bout how they gangbang
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| If you was hard as me, I’m as hard as you
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| Cutthroats and bud smoke, I’m an Eastside loc
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| So don’t let the crossover fool ya I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch
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| Platinum-ass records that be payin’bills
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| Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin’still
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| Money-makin'niggas, and they bona fide
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| Them money-makin'niggas still down ta ride
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| All them otha’niggas, they be claimin’thangs
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| Scary-ass niggas wasn’t born ta bang
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| Hang wit’DPG and I can give ya game
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| Comin’from the hood, you can’t be changin’games
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| Yeah, bitch-ass niggas… Dogg Pound Gangstas…
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| FUCK Y’ALL!
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| C’mon homies give it up Yeah, I’m from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips
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| And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit
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| Tray Dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
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| Bangin’and slangin’in dangerous robberies
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| Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast
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| I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass
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| Saggin’with my rag, 'bout to drag the street
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| Triple-X sweatshirt with blue Chucks on feet
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| Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
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| Neva doze when I rose, let the chrome explode
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| Man I wish a bitch would get me fo’some child support
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| I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport
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| Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta
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| Fo’eva', Wheneva', Howeva', down fo’whateva'
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| Recognize game when it hits ya Nigga, if ya slip up Doggy Dogg’s gonna get-'cha
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| Been doin’that thang-thang, long trynna’slang 'caine
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| Just before I was taught, how ta gangbang
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| All my peers through the years know
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| That Snoop Dogg ain’t nothin’but a fool do'
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| And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low
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| That’s when he, pull out his homey, who, you know
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| Man I been through so much and I'm still goin'through it But fuck all that, I got ta stay into it I knew the job was dangerous when I took it Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it I was so eager |
| , just trynna get involved
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| But now’s I gots ta represent for me and my Doggs
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| Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta
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| Now you can see me smokin’dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
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| Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
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| Paperboy wit’a new route
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| When I’m in front, they watch behind me Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my
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| Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's
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| Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga
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| Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po
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| Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
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| I go for broke wit’loc niggas who toke guns
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| Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
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| Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean
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| Eastside motion, we slide coastin’through
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| MOTHAFUCKAAZ! |
| HAHA!
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| Dogg Pound… mothafuckin’Gangstas…
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| 1999, back up in this BI-YAI-ITCH!
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| Eastside up, Eastsidaz!
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| And niggas thought we fell off…
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| [Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg *talking*), (DPG, C said 8
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| times in a row, then once again)]
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, (Dogg Pound in this mothafucka)
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| I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| C’mon homies give it up
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| (Ride on, ride on)
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| C’mon homies give it up
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga, I’m Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG, C)
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| Neva Gonna Give It Up
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| C’mon homies give it up
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| I’m still… |