Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?
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Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin?
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That's the flow, whattup?
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Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint
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This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man
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This bitch pull up inside and shit
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Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"
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Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin?
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She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
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Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
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That's some funny shit
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For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin
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{*music starts*}
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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[Daz] What you about nigga?
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[Sung] Dogg Pound for life
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[Daz] Do ya some nigga?
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[Sung] Smoke a pound tonight
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[Daz] How ya feel nigga?
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[Sung] I feel larger than life
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Dogg Pound for life
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[Kurupt]
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Dogg Pound shit..
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Life without money (money) that's like breathin wit no air
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Prepared, there's no love in warfare, engage
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I make the front page, like Nicholas Cage
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and get served, front and center stage (get served)
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I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers
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and get penetrated, tell the connectects superior
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Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every galaxy throwin up D.P.
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Now I could be quick as a cheetah
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and rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin wild heina
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From the city where light shine bright at night
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(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin upon the mic
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From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')
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When you approach Kurupt, approach wit skill
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(f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
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and broken, nigga I rock it and break it open
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[Chorus]
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[Daz]
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What you about?
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[Kurupt]
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You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I think not
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That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
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I took trips from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot)
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You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
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And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
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I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise {*cat meow*}
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Who could it be comin through in all blue (fool)
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Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, number two
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Never evade the principle, the top principle
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Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
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I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
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The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys picked
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(ahh!) That's were all the bullshit ceases
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This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
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(fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no mind
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No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme
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(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical Satan
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Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan
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(oh, oh) I'm all about money makin
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and I'm makin mistakes, you're only worth what your creatin
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and a garden of snakes
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Now all I could do is survive, is stay alive
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Money 'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
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I'm in this motherfucker to grow
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and make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus] - 0.5X
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{*music plays to fade*}
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What Cha About
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| Tha Dogg Pound |
