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Me and You
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My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
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[Daz] And you know that
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Me and You
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My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
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Me and You
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My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
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Me and You
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My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy
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Me and You
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Verse 1: Daz Dillinger, Knumbskull
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[Daz]
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Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic
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Blastin', askin' no questions,
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when they catch you in a gunfight
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Kaboom!
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We still mash as a team
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As we mash for our dreams
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Actin' hood niggas for green
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It's Dillinger, forfillin',
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makin' a low outta killin'
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Pullin' scandalous jeans
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Forfillin fantasy dreams
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Catch me on a Costa Rica
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With a island full of weed, money and bitches
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On a boat for sweet
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[Knumbskull]
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See when I'm yellin'
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International help me
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No colorlines on my
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Ugly and fine
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you can sell me
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I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
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Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou
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Would you make way for two mo'
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fo' blows, like you have hoes
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Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto
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Fore youngsters, Hennesy sponsors
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With fore youngsters on a
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quarter of the map now I do
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[Daz]
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I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
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Nike's and cripsacks,
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Wetsuits and leather boots
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I block niggas twice with thighs
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Buck with a .45
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Make you open while you blast at the parking lot
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[Knumbskull]
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What you speakin' on
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Wanna go through it
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Drink a lot, made from fluid
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Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music
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My buddy, Daz Dilly and Knubskully
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You will be thanked
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With you're petty pang petty
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Chorus: x2
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What, What, What, What you're livin here
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To live the life that gangstas do
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(my buddy, my buddy [repeats])
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Verse 2: Kurupt, Yukmouth
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[Kurupt]
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Check it out
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No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes
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Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
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You ain't all about the homies
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You besta check the fault
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Pencils, playin' niggas in the crowd style
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Thinkin' 'bout the row outta town
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With the heater cock bust a million rounds
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Dogg Pound internationals
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Drippin' off fools
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While the dock can bust
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The facility touch
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[Yukmouth]
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I made the game down correct
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And kissed my belt like I was James Brown
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Spin around with the twist on the ground
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(?)
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Turn a diss in the pound
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Dogg Pound live around,
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niggas hittin' the ground
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Fuck around and get shot up
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I tear shit up
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You can ask Puff
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Let M.C.'s, Mary J. B. and Jodeci
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About that nigga Yuk means the hardcore
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You're kicked off tour
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For piss marking on the hotel floor
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[Kurupt]
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G riders, We ride, DP ride
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Get the mashin' niggas
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Or the mat see automatic,
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get the blastin' niggas
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Shakin' nigga, bankin' nigga
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Quit the heater
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Stop blankin' niggas
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[Yukmouth]
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I'm jack style
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Surrounded by weed smoke
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See me and my peoples in the club,
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thugged up, suited in steet clothes
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We roll, cut dough
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Cause we so
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On triple gold, see hoes
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With weed with me and my amigo
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Chorus x2
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Verse 3: The Luniz, Tha Dogg Pound
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[Knumbskull]
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Who did that, who shitted
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Who spoke on the ghetto row, You
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Who supa-dupu flyyyyy
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I gave it to the test players I will come back
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[Kurupt]
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Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie
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Cause when I get there,
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the hoes will be all off on me
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I know y'all got a gang of bitches...
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[Daz]
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...Ha, ha
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And like fabulous thangs and livin' life persutive
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In nights machine dippin'
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With a pocket full of c-notes
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Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o
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And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit
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Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch
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[Yukmouth]
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I'm still a player, pop the slinger
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Ice-cream and (?)
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Rockin' Hillfiger just like a dada
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I rock around the house of rockwilder,
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just like a mobster
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Time to clock me, Daz, Kurupt and Knumb in the Impala
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Chorus x2
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My Buddy
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Luniz |