| Bigger than life
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| Dogg pound gangstas
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| Me and that nigga Daz (wassup' Daz?)
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| What’s up with you man? |
| We back doin' it up again man you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Bitch, Snoop Dogg ride
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| Super fly Nate Dogg, lets ride homie!
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| Life without the Pound was turned upside down
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| Had to take a look around, take two steps out
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| My body just to take a look at what I’m in now (now)
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| What I’ve been through (through), what I’ve been around
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| We inflatable, back up on that mission where we left off
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| Takin' no losses you’ll be lying in the coffin
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| Flossin' the heaters, selling two-seater
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| You know me and my homies stay g
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| Me and my nigga Daz hit the Glock and the mass
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| Cock and we blast, cocked and popped and we stashed, look (look, look, look,
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| look)
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| it’s brand new 2005 shit, the movement Dogg Pound gangsta
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| And Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz
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| Back on the block from corners to ass
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| Stay ready to smash
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| The dogs are B-A-C-C, strapped shell-shocked
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| From a handheld Glock, who else to get popped?
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| Lay ya' flat, bitches when I from my nine-millimeter RAT-A-TAT-TAT
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| Nigga serious, and I’m seriously ridin'
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| is gonna take effect, pushin' and slidin'
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| That boy’s sharp, floatin' like a arc in the wind
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| (You know) Gangsters rise
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| (You know) Dogg Pound gangsters til' the day that we die
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| We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin', liquor packin',
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| just ridin' through the streets on these
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| (You know) Gangsters rise
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| (You know) Dogg Pound gangsters til' the day that we die
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| We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin', liquor packin',
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| just ridin' through the streets on these
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| I keep it crackin', keep it jumpin', never slippin', cuz' I’m bumpin'
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| If you’re funny got the nigga yeah we might get up to somethin'
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| Compete down, rolled up, stocked out, tricked up
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| Dogg pound, homie, ya’ll up in the cut
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| I terror the mayhem, it’s tragedy cut
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| Blue mass, blue bloods, I’ma
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| Nigga ride on this West Coast gangbang expedition
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| Worldwide on a gangsta mission
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| Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz
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| Back on the ass, first up, first to get smashed
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| I got a ounce of some bomb
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| Rode through Vietnam
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| Got some hash in the stash
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| Orange and chocolate-tied
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| That 2005, orange and chocolate-tied
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| That shit that put elephants to sleep on the side
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| I got a caprice, me and super fly price' D-A-Z, big Snoop, Nate rage,
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| and Warren G
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| Takin' trips to Thailand, all sorts of islands
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| Doin' movies, bitches in jacuzzis (all hood)
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| (Ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin,
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| ridin!)
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| Dogg Pound gangsters
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| (Yeah! We in the mothafuckin' house right now, now! Daz and Kurupt,
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| Dogg Pound gangsters, put your mothafuckin' hands in the air!)
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| Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz
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| Dogg Pound gangsters
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| Dogg (record scratch) Pound (record scratch) gangsters (record scratch)
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| Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound
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| Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound gangsters
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| Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound
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| Dogg Pound homie! |
| Dogg Pound gangsters |