Another smoke session up in this motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me Q
Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I´m talkin bout
Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside)
Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)
Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)
9-9 nigga

When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you

Chorus:
Cause we´re all a little strong
In the Beach, where the paper´s long
But as for me
I only G when I´m buss´n rocks
Dogg Pound
(repeat)

Verse One:
Nigga, you know you gotta have heart
I told you niggas from the start
If I´m still in it, I´m in it for life
Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin´ game tight
Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
I was a motha fuckin´ fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break Niggas
Make niggas, shank theyselves
For fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
And it´ll catch on
Cause if it don´t, it´s on
And, cuzz, I ain´t even slippin´ when I´m all alone
Sittin´ back loungin´ in the Chronic Zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me, it´s on
Get the money you´re gone
My niggas´ paper so long
They call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get me, got me
Should have shot him
But now they call me Snoop Gotti
And that´s all I LBC
Betta yet, that´s all I DPGC

Chorus (2x)

Verse Two:
I´m slappin´ bones
In front of my home
Choppin´ game on the phone
Smokin´ a zone
Big 6, big 5-3´s with ya bitches
My girls in the kitchen, cookin´ up some fish and
I´m blastin´ at this nigga that was trippin´
O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin´
But I wasn´t slippin´, I was on deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt´s wet
Dead, gone, light´s out
With no remorse, I had to take him out
I´m laughin´ at this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin´ with the dogg I take your life and your money
And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)
And nobody gon´ speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all doggs go to heaven

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3:
I´m freestylin´
C-stylin´
Snoop and Quik comin´ through we fin´ to take you to the island
Where the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody listen to the D-O double G
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts
People be lovin´ me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See Snoop is that nigga who don´t hafta play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
I´ll put her in a cling
I won´t buy her a ring
But I´ll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green
And even if she never even saw me befo´
There´s just no way that she can tell me no
You know my game´s unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And it´s strong enough to make your grandmama pay me

Chorus (2x)

West coast, gangsta shit
My nigga DJ Q
Yea
Like I told y´all
DPG for the 9-9
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho´
Smoke y´all