*featuring Kurupt, Daz, Rage
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[Verse One: Kurupt]
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Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
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See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
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Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
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Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
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So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
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The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
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Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
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grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
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Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
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And if you don't give a shit
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Like we don't give a shit
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Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
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[Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt]
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Now on a one, two, three who could it be
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Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
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So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
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And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
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Now can't nobody see me here or there
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wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
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Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
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with the beat flossin off gold D's
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And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
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And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
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in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
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Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
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who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
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(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
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Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
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I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
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Now how many bitches must get dick?
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Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
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Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
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Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
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Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Kurupt]
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You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
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So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
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The kinpin of the clique, top notch
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17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
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The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
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the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
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I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
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Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
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Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
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(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
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Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
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Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
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Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
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Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
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Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
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Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
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Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
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They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
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[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
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[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
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(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
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(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
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[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
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Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Four: Rage]
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Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
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Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
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And that's 175 pounds of beed
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beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
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Fool, act like ya know
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I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
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What's a girl to do
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Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
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[Snoop]
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Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
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[Dogg Pound]
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Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
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[Snoop]
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About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
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[Dogg Pound]
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Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
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[Snoop]
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That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
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[Dogg Pound]
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Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
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[Snoop]
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The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
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[Dogg Pound]
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Real niggaz don't give a fuck
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[Chorus]
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For All My Niggaz & Bitches
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Snoop Dogg |