Luyện nghe bài hát Just Doggin

It's just day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, G. in the front
Nice of chronic with some gin in a cup

Back up I stack up the
Tha and the Row is my only friends
If you shit, I hit you hard as I can
You talk shit once but again

Well, I'm back with the bubonic sack for that ass
So all my doggs the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin' you never feel
your mind is comin' where your body is chill

As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate
Not flaggin', not saggin', but a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like
Wanna be like doggs, but compare to doggs

like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U R U P T
In fact, I with a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I a strap

And I once a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the CPT
(A baller the CPT)
He hooked up the niggas from the LBC
And now they up the whole rap industry

Well, check it out, and peep on the one they call dat nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin' it down for the
(Right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope, so yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin' homies the CPT
And you see my mothafuckin' doggs from the LBC

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin' as a hobby
Bodies get battered for with the best dogg dump
With the to fuckin' chest start

Do I give a fuck, I'm a locc
(Hell no)
Who you tryin' to provoke step up, get smoked
(Nigga)
Get the strap in the back I'm and a bumpin'
Niggas talk shit I write and start dumpin'

Uh, who play the role the G's
Punk ass middle fuckin' niggas, please
Murder in the degree
I step with a tech, burst and

find none worst than me
See, murdered and mangled, strangled
Our bitches a bangled
Take ya from a whole angle

Bitches, I'm never sympin', see me pimpin'
I step the in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they
this and like that from an automatic strap

So for the techno
I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just stop
I every nigga known that's tryin' to check me

I microphones verbally
me
I'm off to the to get me a four
Oh, so I'm out the door

Now as I roll with and my cousin Eastwood
On a up to no good, we don't love you bitch
we finish diggin'
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin' no

From the busta ass niggas, it out shit
Trick, recognize when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fake, I you to the next stage
One can't trace, now why you punk twice

Now, you've been on the desk for a long time
Waitin' for the nigga to come a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you care

See I don't love them hoes, I like a nose
Keep my mind on my
just how my money flows and so
How, I you knew, but now you know

Dogg in tha house, now in the coupe
doggin'
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the
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