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

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[Chorus: 2X]
What you about nigga?
[Sung] Dogg Pound for
[Daz] Do ya some
Smoke 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 love in warfare,
I make the front page, like Cage
and get served, front and stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up 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 city where light shine bright at
(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 break it

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 tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I'll it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded the wise {*cat meow*}
Who could it be comin in all blue (fool)
Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, two
evade the principle, the top principle
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
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 wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the Satan
Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water
(oh, oh) I'm all about makin
and I'm makin mistakes, you're worth what your creatin
and a of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is stay
Money 'til I motherfuckin die, on Tha Row
I'm in motherfucker to grow
and fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow

- 0.5X

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