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

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

Dogg shit..
Life without money (money) that's breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no in warfare, engage
I make the page, like Nicholas Cage
and get served, and center stage (get served)
I'll break you through you throw up your teflon barriers
and get penetrated, the connectects superior
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin galaxy throwin up D.P.
Now I could be quick as a
and rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin heina
From the 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) if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
and broken, nigga I rock it and it open

What you

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

- 0.5X

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