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