Tha Dogg Pound

Six million ways to die, choose one

[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is

[Daz]
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs..
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

[Snoop]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well...

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?

[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

[RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

*It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

*Repeat

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

*Repeat

Intro:
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in
about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ??

Kurupt:
Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck
I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool
I fet's my own back in a strap
But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch)
Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches
So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga
I knew he was a fuckin' punk
So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck"
He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts
Ready to get wrecked
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck
And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose)
Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop
Check me out peep how all who withstand
Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand
"Murder" that's what I be yellin'
I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian
Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G.


Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me
Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up
Or ready to get 'em up
What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up
Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the westside

Snoop:
Now this spots owned by the motherfuckin' D.O. (double G)
P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide
(For all this drama make you and your momma die)

Hook:
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a fuck)
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit)

Daz:

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Hey, Daz (Sup)
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be

[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi

[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
Death Row

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it mo' better like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro

(ruck)
F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit

(rock)
Word is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

(ruck)
What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis

(rock)
Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long beach to my home brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real

(daz)
Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

(kurupt)
Life without money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare


Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

(rock)
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the real shit frequently
Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

(ruck)
At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

(daz)
Now who, wants to be a real dope mc
Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your f**kin town
And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah!

(kurupt)
Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Motherf**ker

(daz)
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin this motherf**ker
Yeah!