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

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

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

What you

You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I not
That's a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
I took trips from New to Cape Cot (Cot)
You be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded the wise {*cat meow*}
Who could it be comin through in all (fool)
Pound Gangstas number one, number two
Never the principle, the top principle
Up the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys
(ahh!) That's were all the bullshit
This whole frame and format crumble right before his into pieces
(fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no
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 money makin
and I'm makin mistakes, you're worth what your creatin
and a garden of
Now all I do is survive, is stay alive
Money 'til I motherfuckin die, on Tha Row
I'm in this to grow
and fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow

- 0.5X

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