| 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, it’s on homeboy
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| Zones with two candy’s 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 motherfucker
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| With Snoop in a coupe, Warren, Nate, and Big Tray Deee
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| Big C-Style and Meech, made to be
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| Shine Dogg gettin' super-high, lit, lifeline high
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| Soopa-doopa high with Soopa-doopa-fly
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| I’ll 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
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| I’m never gon' give it Up (D.P.G., G.C.)
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| Never gonna give it Up
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| C’mon homies give it up (D.P.G., G.C.)
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| What I’mma do? |
| — I'mma bang on the beat
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| What I’mma do? |
| — concoct 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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| Cut throats and bud smoke, I’m a Eastside loc
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| So don’t let the crossover fool ya
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| I’ve been down since '81, L.B. |
| Top Gun beotch
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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 bonafide
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| Them money makin' niggas still down to ride
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| All them other niggas, they be claimin' thangs
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| Scary ass niggas wasn’t born to bang
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| Hang with D.P.G. |
| and I can give ya game
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| Comin' from the hood, you can’t be changin' gangs
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| Yeah, bitch ass niggas
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas
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| Fuck y’all
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga
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| I’m never gon' give it Up
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| Never gonna give it Up
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| C’mon homies give it up
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| Yeah, I’m from that click 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 Deee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
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| Bangin' and slangin' and dangerous robberies
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| Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast
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| I’ll 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 Chuck’s on feet
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| Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
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| Never doze when I rose, let the chrome explode
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| Man, I wish a bitch would try to get me for some child support
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| I’ll stuff my foot up her ass, like a super sport
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| Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta
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| Forever, whenever, however, down for whatever
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| Recognize game when it hits ya, nigga
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| If ya slip up Doggy Dogg’s gonna get ya
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| Been doin' that thang-thang, long tryin' to slang 'caine
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| Just before I was taught — how to 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 though
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| And if ya run up on that man tryin' to do-low
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| That’s when he — pull out his homie
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| Who? |
| — you know
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| Man I been through so much and I’m still goin' through it
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| But fuck all that, I got to stay into it
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| I knew the job was dangerous when I took it
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| Shit, a nigga didn’t even overlook it
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| I was so eager, just tryin' to get involved
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| But now I gots to 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, your neighborhood pranksta'
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| Play a trick quick, intimate then out no doubt
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| Paperboy with a new route
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| When I’m in front, they watch behind me
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| Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the tommy — gun
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| Keep one, I role with the heat seeka
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| Stash the gauge, pass the nine to my neega
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| Roll, keep slow, peep, po-po
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| Creep slow, ready to smash with the fo'-fo'
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| I go for broke with loc niggas who tote guns
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| Never understood niggas high-up with low funds
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| Smoke one, represent my seaside ocean
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| Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
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| Motherfuckers!, ha ha ha
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| Dogg Pound motherfuckin' Gangstas
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| 1999, back up in this BI-YA-ITCH!
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| Eastside up Eastsidaz
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| And niggas thought we fell off…
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| I’m still a Dogg Pound nigga
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| I’m never gon' give it Up (D.P.G., G.C.)
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| Never gonna give it Up
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| C’mon homies give it up (D.P.G., G.C.) |