[Intro: (distressed Latino woman)]
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The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off.
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I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband
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[Verse 1:]
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I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner
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Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner
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My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball
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and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz
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Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good scheme
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But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
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I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do
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Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew
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but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap
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They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
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Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate
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he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him
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Now they've got Michael Corleone
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Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
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He likes to smash on, uhh
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and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on
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Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em
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and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
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We leave you niggas on stuck in paws
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And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
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Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
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Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him
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Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie?
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He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him
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It's a cold thang but it's a cold game
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but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang
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Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down
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cos if you don't then you can't represent the Pound
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Now it's like a sport
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and if I get caught I'm right back in court
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So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
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but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell
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So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick
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cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
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Ask my little homey Technique
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I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
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The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat
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but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me
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We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
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Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos
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Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick
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Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
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???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet
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to get the bitch up off me
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and I can't tame her and I can't blame her
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That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
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Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all
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but I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz
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It's just....
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[Hook:]
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Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)
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(Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz
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[Verse 2:]
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Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
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but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest
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I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim
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I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
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I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound
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He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown
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and when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2
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and ain't a damn thang that your ass can do
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I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see
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who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP
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and leave your ass red and yeah half-head
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He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
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Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear
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Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
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and all the kid do was cry like a bitch
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His life was a pit and mine's in the shit
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[Hook:]
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(Beware, beware)
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(Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz
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I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
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Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard
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[Outro: (reporter speaking over hook)]....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people
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encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)
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(Tear 'Em Off) Me & My Doggz
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| Snoop Dogg |
