Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck!
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[Dat Nigga Daz]
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It's a brand new day in the hood
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It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
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It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
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And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
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If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
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Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
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See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
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Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
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How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
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I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
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Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
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But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
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An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
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Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
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Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
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Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
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Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
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I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
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I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
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Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
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Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
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Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
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A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
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Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission
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Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
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I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
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And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
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Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
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True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
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Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
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Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough
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Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ?
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Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long
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I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip
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And my pockets be short, and I started to trip
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To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house
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She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!)
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and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today
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Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say
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[Kurupt]
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Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town
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With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down)
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Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see
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the layout down, as we proceed
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Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse
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Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack
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takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood
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for a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know
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The chances, advances stages
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Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady
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To my lady, what I'ma do is mine for my loot
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with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two
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When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
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Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip
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I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
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niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch
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Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
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I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch
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What's the function, what's the game
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All abord, the cavi train
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All you busters, riding round
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You don't wanna, see the Pound
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Ridin', Slipin' and Slidin'
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Tha Dogg Pound |