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

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[Daz] you about nigga?
Dogg Pound for life
[Daz] Do ya some
[Sung] a pound tonight
[Daz] How ya nigga?
[Sung] I larger than life
Pound for life

Dogg shit..
Life money (money) that's like breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no in warfare, engage
I make the front page, Nicholas Cage
and get served, front and stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon
and get penetrated, tell the superior
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every throwin up D.P.
Now I be quick as a cheetah
and rip through ya shit a motherfuckin wild heina
From the city where light shine bright at
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, upon the mic
From L.A. to the of Phil' (Phil')
When you Kurupt, approach wit skill
(f'real) Cause if you you'll get shook (shook)
and broken, nigga I rock it and break it

What you

You servin me (hell no) I think not
facin a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
I took trips from New Jerz' to Cot (Cot)
You could be adventurous up tremendous odds
And a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the {*cat meow*}
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 cards on the table, a pick
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the ceases
This frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
(fuck that!) Fake ass wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical
slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all about money
and I'm makin mistakes, you're only what your creatin
and a of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is alive
Money I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in this motherfucker to
and make fetti like I'm on a of snow

- 0.5X

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