The dog saw me and, they They liked they try to tear him off I said, "Oh my God! They to eat my husband"
I was sittin' at the pound about to eat Had a day at the studio, I was gettin' thinner My nigga was playin' basketball And my niggas in the backyard about to squab my
Dirty gets cream, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a part of the Corleone I squabble 'cos that's what I do Pound for life nigga, thought you knew but you didn't
You think I'm kiddin' nigga, my Doggz They get for theirs, bring 'em right to the back Hit the gate, wait and ask the homey Nate He gotta pit named Tiny, behind him
Now they've got Michael Oh kurupt, he got Lonely the psycho He likes to smash on and ain't no To reach for heat 'cos you can't get your on
Doggz, we keep 'em, busters, we 'em And when time all my Doggz'll bite your momma We leave you on stuck in paws And I'ma this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had Petey She got killed, so I need him It's like that, about Sweetie? He got too, so I didn't need him
a cold thang but it's a cold game But when you with a Corleone name, it's a cold Cold name, cold game ya got to get if you don't, then you can't represent the Pound
Now it's like a and if I get caught, I'm right back in court So I got to keep it on the DL and yeezell But you know, I got tha pit bulls for So if you one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick 'Cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell to them
Ask my homey, Technique I 'came Scarface, killers, baby boy OG The Tray Deee, I give him rock seat But the rest of the pits, rollin' with me
layin' low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos Ma bark and she'll spark up shit real quick last week, you know what? She bit the shit out of me
[Incomprehensible] is a trick, I had to get cold feet To get the up off me And I can't her and I can't blame her That's why I had to name her the top Dogg
Man, it's a shame, nigga got love for But I got more for my motherfuckin' Doggz just
Me and my Me and my Me and my
Now when it comes to my Doggz, they fly like geese But as for me, I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm like priest I unleash my Doggz, then I tilt my I'm 'bout to trip off 'cos he go taken my swim
I think 'cos my creamy low get to the pound He gon' be itchin' like hell to put the on the clown And when you look the frown, he gon' get like 12 And a damn thang that your ass can do
I think it's 'cos he his big homey, Don Killer see Who ran the whole yard and banged OP And leave your ass red and yeah, He's a damn fool, jack you for your pants leg
Don't beg, you're dead and dare show fear Young gangsta fucked with Scrappy and Red off his head And all the kid do was cry a bitch His life was a pit and mine's in the
Beware, 'em It's just me and my
I keep my in my seat, my killers in my backyard Just in case you niggas wanna and try to act hard
deadly serious In East Los and South Central Where encounter stray dogs on a daily basis And often the scars to prove them