Intro: (*distressed Latino woman*)

The dog saw ´im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off.
I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband

Verse 1:

I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, y´all about to squab my Doggz
Dirty???? gets CREAM, it´s a good scheme
But you know it´s all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble...Friday cos that´s what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew
but you didn´t, you think I´m kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate don´t wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him
Now they´ve got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He likes to smash on, uhh
and ain´t no need to reach for heat cos you can´t get your blast on
Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em
and when it´s time all my Doggz´ll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in paws
And I´ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I didn´t need him
Uhh, it´s like that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn´t need him
It´s a cold thang but it´s a cold game
but when you wit a Corleone name it´s a cold thang
Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down
cos if you don´t then you can´t represent the Pound
Now it´s like a sport
and if I get caught I´m right back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don´t yeezell
but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at´cha boy quick
cos I´ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey Technique
I ´came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat
but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me
We´re layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she´ll spark up some shit real quick
Just last week y´know what? She bit the shit out of me
???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet
to get the bitch up off me
and I can´t tame her and I can´t blame her
That´s why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it´s a shame-uh nigga got love for y´all
but I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz
It´s just....

Hook:

Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)
(Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz

Verse 2:

Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
but as for me I´m Snoop Dogg I´m soopafly like Priest
I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim
I´m bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound
He gon´ be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you look with the frown he gon´ get like 1-2
and ain´t a damn thang that your ass can do
I think it´s cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see
who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP
and leave your ass red and yeah half-head
He´s a damn fool, he´ll jack you for pants leg
Don´t beg you´re dead, and don´t dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a bitch
His life was a pit and mine´s in the shit

Hook:

(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) It´s just me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard

Outro: (*reporter speaking over hook*)

....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people
encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)