2001

[Intro] All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all... All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all... [Verse 1] Instructions to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledge I'm a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scoping out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close 'cause they worse than dope fiends I hope things get better for you Cos I'm gon' make things get better for me And keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea We ride at high tide, the East is my side Let me tell you 'long as my voice is recordable That plan you got ain't gonna work you better audible Oh yes I'm fresh 'til i expire from existence With persistence, I proceed Supplying you with what you need, no room for greed Better go around and when it come to you Don't bite off more than you can chew Respect the game and the game will respect you back Game is life, life is struggle With obstacles to juggle So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crystal (Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?) Or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces And put it back together and remain tougher than leather As for me I'm tryin to keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all [Hook] Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all [Verse 2] T Lee, hold 'em, shake 'em, roll Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls Pound puts it down all around the world The best pick out the litter, LB young nigga I'll eat your soul out my dog bowl, I bark when it get dark Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what? On the microphone I bury the bone Always, strays try to follow me home Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin' doo-doo I'm steppin' on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe See I'm smashin' full-breaded wit no leash When I mob, make marks across the street See I'm vicious like hell, got 'em waggin they tail For the bow-wow LBC style Hit you like the Doggfather fever, I fetch paper On the receiver, go get it like a retriever I want 'em close enough so I can lock on 'em Wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on 'em Check this out here man, I lick 'em, sick 'em Man's best friend, I hit you for ten, uhh Fleas can't seize my pack, what, what's my name? Major trick we're hittin' licks like the Doberman Gang Young trick been tryin' to fuck me ever since a young puppy Run a cat up a tree, nigga it's DPG [Hook] Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all [Verse 3] They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs Where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver Weed out, DP'd out, GC'd out Oh, did you not know Snoop wit the .44 knockin at'cha door We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses Knockin' niggas like Cassius, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin It's like in a action Cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin Bustin, no need for discussion We don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust Close enough to touch then rush Clean and radical and get clutch The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone Free the D-O-double G with the solid gold bone [Hook] Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all