[Intro: Soopafly] Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin? Rollin' down the streets doin' my thang y'knahmsayin? That's the flow, whattup? Smokin' my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin' my joint This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man This bitch pull up inside and shit Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?" Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin? She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up" Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin? That's some funny shit For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin'
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[Chorus x2] What you about nigga? (Dogg Pound for life) Do ya smoke nigga? (I'll smoke a pound tonight) How ya feel nigga? (I feel larger than life... Dogg Pound for life)
[Kurupt] Life without money - that's like breathin' with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare, engage I'll make the front page, like Nicholas Cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin' through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, teleconnetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3D, hittin' every galaxy throwin' up D.P. Now I could be quick as a cheetah And rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin' wild hyena From the city where lights shine bright at night Emcees is unique when speakin' upon the mic From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil') When you approach Kurupt approach with skills Cause if you don't you'll get shook - and broken Nigga I rock it and break it open
[Chorus x2] What you about nigga? (Dogg Pound for life) Do ya smoke nigga? (I'll smoke a pound tonight) How ya feel nigga? (I feel larger than life... Dogg Pound for life) (What you about) -
[Kurupt] You servin' me? (hell nah) I think not That's facin' a blizzard in a fuckin' tank top I took trips from New Jers' to Cape Cod You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice I had the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin' through in all blue? (Who?) Dogg Pound Gangstas - number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principle Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split (ahh!) That's when all the bullshit ceases His whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart, no mind No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme Waitin' for the poetical Satan Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton I'm all about money makin', and not makin' mistakes You're only worth what you create in a garden of snakes Now all I can do is survive, and stay alive Money 'til I motherfuckin' die Stranded on the Row, I'm in this motherfucker to grow And make fetti like I'm sittin' on a mountain of snow
[Chorus x3] What you about nigga? (Dogg Pound for life) Do ya smoke nigga? (I'll smoke a pound tonight) How ya feel nigga? (I feel larger than life... Dogg Pound for life)
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