[Verse 1: Kurupt]
It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt — yeah, that's me
Got scooped by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic wit' some gin in a cup
Back up! I stack up endz
Tha Pound and The Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit ya hard as I can
You talk shit once, but never again
[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
Well, I'm back wit' the bubonic chronic sack for dat ass
So all my Doggs — back-to-back, blaze the Zags
To the fullest, feelin' a feelin' you never could feel
Where your mind is calm, when your body is chill
As I mob wit' Tha Pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', but saggin', we're havin' a ball
Yes, all y'all muthafuckaz wanna cee like Doggs
Wanna be like Doggs, but can't compare to Doggs
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
It's like one-to-the-two-to-the
K-to-the-U-R-U-P-T in effect
I steps with a TEC in ya back
Ain't no hood got no love, so I packs a strap and...
[Hook: Nate Dogg]
I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the muthafuckin' CPT
He hooked up wit' some niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry
[Verse 4: Dat Nigga Daz]
Well, uh, check it out, and peep game on the one
They call Dat Nigga Daz, an OG from Tha Pound
Straight puttin' it down for the Eastside! (Right!)
But this is just a dub sack of dope sold to yo' ass to get smoked!
Now, you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthafuckin' homie from the CPT
And you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthafuckin' Doggs from the LBC
[Verse 5: Kurupt]
Check this flow! Brutal ain't the word to describe me
(Nigga!) Remember, I murder niggas as a hobby!
Bodies get battered for fuckin' wit' the best
Y'all dump wit' the TEC and tear his whole fuckin' chest off
Do I give a fuck?! (Hell, naw!) I'm a loc nigga!
(Who you tryin' to provoke, nigga?!) Step and get smoked, nigga
Strap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm pumpin'
Niggas talk shit, I roll by and start dumpin'!
Uh! Fool play the role like the G's
Punk ass lil fuckin' mark niggas, please!
Murder in the first degree
I step wit' a TEC, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me!
See? Muthafuckaz murdered and mangled
Strangled, I'm vicious like a bangle
Check it from a whole different angle
Bitches, I'm never simpin', you'll see me pimpin'
I slip the clip in, bust a cap, watch 'em fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap!
So, retire the TEC, 'nuff respect
I gets wreck wit' a Glock and it just don't stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin' to check me
I wreck microphone, verbally respect me
I'm off to the sto' to get me a 4-O, so I'm headed out the do'!
[Verse 6: Dat Nigga Daz]
Now, as I roll wit' Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you, bitch!
After we finish diggin', Tha Pound's about dat dollar and takin' no shit!
From no busta-ass niggas
(Really doe, shit! Trick, recognize game when it slaps yo' face)
Shit! You see, it ain't no thizzang to take you to the next stizzage
One-time can't trizzace, now buy a pump 12-gauge
You've been sleepin' on the Daz for a long time
Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dope rhyme
So, uh, muthafuckaz, throw yo' hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like ya don't care
[Outro: Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
But see, I don't love them hoes, I look above them hoes
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so... Hoe! I thought ya knew, so now you know! Biatch!
Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin'
Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin'
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