w/ Kurupt, Daz and f/ The Dramatics

Intro:

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

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Chorus:

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

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

Chorus