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Yeah, you know, I'm y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets my thang y'knahmsayin?
That's the flow,
Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my
This man, this bitch roll up to me man
This bitch pull up and shit
Roll down the and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"
Bitch, me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's some shit
For real though man, these motherfuckers what's happenin

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[Chorus: 2X]
[Daz] What you nigga?
[Sung] Dogg for life
[Daz] Do ya nigga?
[Sung] Smoke a pound
[Daz] How ya feel
[Sung] I feel larger life
Pound for life

Dogg shit..
Life without money (money) like breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no love in warfare,
I make the front page, like Nicholas
and get served, and center stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon
and get penetrated, tell the connectects
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every throwin up D.P.
Now I could be as a cheetah
and rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin wild
From the city where light shine bright at
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin the mic
From L.A. to the of Phil' (Phil')
When you approach Kurupt, approach wit
(f'real) Cause if you don't get shook (shook)
and broken, nigga I rock it and it open

What you

You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I not
That's facin a in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
I took from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot)
You be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise {*cat
Who could it be comin through in all (fool)
Dogg Pound number one, number two
Never the principle, the top principle
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the ceases
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into
(fuck that!) Fake ass wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical
Creatin slaughters, runnin stores like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all money makin
and I'm makin mistakes, only worth what your creatin
and a of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is alive
'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in this motherfucker to
and make like I'm on a mountain of snow

- 0.5X

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