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Yeah, you know, I'm y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets my thang y'knahmsayin?
the flow, whattup?
Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my
This bitch man, this bitch up to me man
This bitch pull up inside and
down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"
Bitch, me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound up"
Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's 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 nigga?
[Sung] a pound tonight
[Daz] How ya feel
[Sung] I feel larger than
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 page, like Nicholas Cage
and get served, front and center (get served)
break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers
and get penetrated, tell the connectects
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin galaxy 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 at night
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin the mic
L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')
When you approach Kurupt, approach wit
(f'real) if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
and broken, nigga I rock it and break it

What you

You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin top (back it up)
I took trips from New to Cape Cot (Cot)
You could be adventurous up againt tremendous
And a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the {*cat meow*}
Who could it be through in all blue (fool)
Dogg Pound Gangstas one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get whole chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the bullshit
This whole frame and format crumble before his eyes into pieces
(fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no
No money, no hoes, no flows and no
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the Satan
Creatin slaughters, runnin through like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all money makin
and I'm makin mistakes, only worth what your creatin
and a garden of
Now all I could do is survive, is alive
'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in motherfucker to grow
and make fetti like I'm on a of snow

- 0.5X

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