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[Featuring Snoop Dogg]
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(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) x2
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Verse 1-Bad A$$
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Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
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secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
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peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
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since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
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schools full of devils
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the church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
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ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
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survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare
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thats endin us
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they anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
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up your life, I'll make you love it
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cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
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yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
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of us all gathered up in our game colors
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man, these my gang brothas
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what, you aint heard of us
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you aint never ever heard the word murderer's
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we make the news what it is
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you ask what is this
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we the reason why the police in business
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so run up on us with your knife and your pistols
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we'll plague your character with rifles and missils
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I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
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smash in this coupe with my passenger Snoop.
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Chorus: Snoop Dogg
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(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
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Them Long Beach niggas be puttin it down
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Dogg Pound Gangstas make the world go round
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(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
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so get cha' ass up just to get on down
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Snoop Dogg and Bad A$$ is puttin it down
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repeat
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Verse 2-Snoop Dogg
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Never pause on my feet, I'm DPG, LBC, me and B-A-D
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low ridin', and Navigators foe the haters
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I take some for now, and save some for later
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smoke with Coke Loc
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a dip with Tip Tip
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get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee
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livin that DP, give me that ST
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in a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG
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and a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
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some Colt for this hand
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and some juice for this gin
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aint no bitch like this bitch I got
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cuz this bitch I got, clock nots and rocks
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money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor Nedios, and stank is steady
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goin
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bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
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from up north to Dogg Pound California
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you heard of that gangstaville
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the city where they don't talk and everybody C-walk
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it's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
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and you got to have heart from the start man
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fake snitches and fake bitches
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thats probably why I break niggas and break bitches
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word on the streets Bad A$$ is a fool
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then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
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Low life gangstas, Dogg Pound gangstas, put them all together
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man I love gangstas
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head, shoulders, feet and toes
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lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
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V.I.P. on DPG, Snoop D-O double G, and the B-A-D
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Chorus x1
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Verse 3-Bad A$$
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Only talk what you know
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I never seen you round the Pound
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so won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
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don't speak on dat
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don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
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we keep a money move, hate while we regulate
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and get real papes, rich like Bill Gates
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while you make it to the Haters Hall of Fame
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we'll be whippin Navigators
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winnin this baller's game
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yellin Long Beach niggas keep puttin it down
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Lowlife and at the Pound while we smoke on an ounce
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steady plottin on big mail
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layin in the hotel
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chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
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I hit Darochee come and scoop me
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drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play?
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and shorty played it only ?twice?
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ay, they set a 8 beat
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it's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
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they better go flag em' down in the street
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ay, follow us to the spot
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while the playa hatas pray that we stop
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Chorus x2
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we be puttin it down
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| bad a$$ |
