| Can somebody say the West coast?
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| Heheheh, it’s time to get gangsta one time my nigga
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| Larenz, bring that shit in for me cuz
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| Yeah… you are now about to witness
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| The strength, of gangsta music, BEOTCH!
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| Oh yeah, this is what we does cuz
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| So all you imitators, get back! |
| Get back!
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| Make room for the dope dealer, pimp and the gangsta
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| I’m a Dogg, baby girl that’s my nature
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| Don’t be a stranger, get your head knocked off
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| Just for bein scary on the contrary what I posess is necessary
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| From the scratch whip it up, baking soda, yola
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| It’s real here homey and I come from the shoulder
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| I’m a Dogg Pound original, subliminal criminal
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| It goes me bein an individual, so invisible
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| And sensible, thinkin that your shit get thought up
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| Now you’re in a world of heat, that’s when you’re caught up
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| Brought up around marks and busters
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| Ain’t no G’ness, this is the reason why I kept it
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| Daz Dilli', mac milli' stay on deck
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| With a proper dose, got to connect — you know it’s West coast
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| Home of the gun smoke, now you know
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| So get your vest homeboy cause we 'bout to blow
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| O.G. |
| don’t sweat it, on the real don’t sweat it
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| I swear they gon' get it, I swear they gon' get it
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| I don’t know why they said it, but they never shoulda said it
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| Shoot 'em in the face and leave they ass half-headed
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| Shells embedded, read it, red it
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| Lead it, wet it, get it…
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| Doctors can’t save him from gettin it
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| D.P.G.C. |
| nigga don’t ever fo’get it
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| Fuck what they said and fuck what you heard
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga that’s the word
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| Act like you know us, I know you do
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| Back, all in your face like BOO~!
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| The iller killer like Thrilla in Manilla
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| The D-Roc keep snow like caterpillar
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| Seems you better duck when the ooh heat rollin
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| «Anybody killa» mean everybody DEAD
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| Get that, for what it’s worth
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| Big guns, big funds represent this turf (L.B.C.)
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| Some scream the West but don’t rep it right
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| So when it’s time to step they come steppin light
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| If they step at all, pow
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| Lead slide through they thinkin cap, they fall
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| What you was thinkin cap?
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| With all that gangsta fantasy in your stinkin rap
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| Nigga, Kurupt — Kurupt’s beyond the stars
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| Ever since 17 when I was liftin cars
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| Came in this motherfucker just to see who you are
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| I’m sturdy as mountains, rhymes float like canoes
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| Rivers and fountains, I’m high as eagles
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas livin life illegal
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| You want the 9, the K or the Eagle
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| Either one you choose, niggas liftin out they shoes
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| Prayin mayne, it’s a war to step in the door
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| Tentacles stretch across the wall and floor
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| I’m. |
| I’m. |
| I’m off that white arviendo
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| I silence your homies and shatter your windows
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| Take a look at my secret window
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| Cause I got a secret your life depend on
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| Kurupt, Young Hannibal
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| My mind got me feelin like firin iron
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| Wa-oooh, wa-ooohooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wa-oooh, wa-ooohooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wa-oooh, wa-oohhooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wa-oooh, wa-oohhooh-ooh-ooh |