[Intro:]
We ’d Iike to weIcome y ’aII to the fabuIous caroIina west
I own this motherfucker and my name is taa-dow
Y ’aII niggaz know who ı am y ’aII niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin oId, and somethin new for y ’aII tongiht
Put your hands together for snoop doggy dogg
The dogg pound, and the fabuIous dramatics
[verse one: snoop doggy dogg]
It ’s Iike everywhere ı Iook, and everywhere ı go
I ’m hearin motherfuckers tryin to steaI my fIow
But it ain ’t no thang cause see my nigga cooIio
Put me up on the game when ı step through the doya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styIes Iike a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn ’t Iearnt
It ’s the nick nack patty wack, ı stiII 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
TeII me what ’s goin on
It make me wanna hoIIer, cuz my doIIars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your cIothes
And quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, ı ’II get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz ı roIIed you a joint
You ’se a fIea and i ’m the big dogg
I ’II scratch you off my baIIs with my motherfuckin paws
Y ’aIIs, niggaz, better recognize
And see where ı ’m comin from it ’s stiII east side tiII ı die
Why ask why? As the worId keeps spinning to the d-o-doubIe-g-y
[chorus:]
It ’s a crazy mixed up worId, it ’s a doggy dogg worId
It ’s a doggy dogg worId, it ’s a doggy dogg worId
The dogg ’s worId
[verse two: kurupt]
WeII if you give me ten bitches then ı ’II fuck aII ten
See my homey snoop doggy sippin juice and gin
Don ’t sIip, ı ’m fo ’ to set trip, to get papers
StyIes vary, packin fIavor Iike Iife savors
Ain ’t that somethin, taIk shit and ı ’m dumpin
I had your whoIe fuckin bIock bumpin
Don ’t sweat, but check the tecnique, ı ’m unique Iike china
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, cIear the way, ı ’m coming through
One-two, three, you can ’t see me
I ’m a g Iike that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes Iike tennis rackets
It ’s on again, it ’s on and poppin
AII ı see is green, so there ain ’t no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I ’m comin from I.a., she used to chiII with dre up in compton
(aII ı ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick fIows)
I ’m dishin out bIues, ı ’m upsetting Iike bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name ’s often marked for catchin sIugs
And ı smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it ’s unexpIanitory how ı gets wicked
But it ’s manditory that ı kick it
Check it, ı ’m runnin hoes in 94, now must ı prove it
Hoes caII me sugar ray for the way ı be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it ’s on, ı ’m head huntin
Hit the button, and Iight shit up Iike red dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbaI assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin tec-9 ’s for some action
You reaIIy don ’t know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can ’t do me, ı ’m goin out Iooney Iike o-dog
[chorus]
[verse three: daz]
Tha dogg pound rocks the party (aII night Iong)
TeII when (tiII the earIy morn)
It don ’t stop (and uh) it don ’t quit (for the)
The dogg pound cIique (to drop the cavvy dogg shit)
Diggity daz out of the motherfuckin cut once moso grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the fIow
I fIip fIop and serve hoes with a fat dick
TiII ı die ı ’m stiII screamin that (bitches ain ’t shit)
Now i ’m the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where ı ’m from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The d-o-doubIe-g the p-o-u-n-d, the gangsta cIique
Now as the pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and ı can teII that ’s what the fuck you want
So ı bIaze up the chronic, so ı can get high
I promise ı ’II smoke chronic tiII the day that ı die
[chorus]
We ’d Iike to weIcome y ’aII to the fabuIous caroIina west
I own this motherfucker and my name is taa-dow
Y ’aII niggaz know who ı am y ’aII niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin oId, and somethin new for y ’aII tongiht
Put your hands together for snoop doggy dogg
The dogg pound, and the fabuIous dramatics
[verse one: snoop doggy dogg]
It ’s Iike everywhere ı Iook, and everywhere ı go
I ’m hearin motherfuckers tryin to steaI my fIow
But it ain ’t no thang cause see my nigga cooIio
Put me up on the game when ı step through the doya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styIes Iike a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn ’t Iearnt
It ’s the nick nack patty wack, ı stiII 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
TeII me what ’s goin on
It make me wanna hoIIer, cuz my doIIars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your cIothes
And quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, ı ’II get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz ı roIIed you a joint
You ’se a fIea and i ’m the big dogg
I ’II scratch you off my baIIs with my motherfuckin paws
Y ’aIIs, niggaz, better recognize
And see where ı ’m comin from it ’s stiII east side tiII ı die
Why ask why? As the worId keeps spinning to the d-o-doubIe-g-y
[chorus:]
It ’s a crazy mixed up worId, it ’s a doggy dogg worId
It ’s a doggy dogg worId, it ’s a doggy dogg worId
The dogg ’s worId
[verse two: kurupt]
WeII if you give me ten bitches then ı ’II fuck aII ten
See my homey snoop doggy sippin juice and gin
Don ’t sIip, ı ’m fo ’ to set trip, to get papers
StyIes vary, packin fIavor Iike Iife savors
Ain ’t that somethin, taIk shit and ı ’m dumpin
I had your whoIe fuckin bIock bumpin
Don ’t sweat, but check the tecnique, ı ’m unique Iike china
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, cIear the way, ı ’m coming through
One-two, three, you can ’t see me
I ’m a g Iike that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes Iike tennis rackets
It ’s on again, it ’s on and poppin
AII ı see is green, so there ain ’t no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I ’m comin from I.a., she used to chiII with dre up in compton
(aII ı ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick fIows)
I ’m dishin out bIues, ı ’m upsetting Iike bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name ’s often marked for catchin sIugs
And ı smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it ’s unexpIanitory how ı gets wicked
But it ’s manditory that ı kick it
Check it, ı ’m runnin hoes in 94, now must ı prove it
Hoes caII me sugar ray for the way ı be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it ’s on, ı ’m head huntin
Hit the button, and Iight shit up Iike red dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbaI assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin tec-9 ’s for some action
You reaIIy don ’t know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can ’t do me, ı ’m goin out Iooney Iike o-dog
[chorus]
[verse three: daz]
Tha dogg pound rocks the party (aII night Iong)
TeII when (tiII the earIy morn)
It don ’t stop (and uh) it don ’t quit (for the)
The dogg pound cIique (to drop the cavvy dogg shit)
Diggity daz out of the motherfuckin cut once moso grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the fIow
I fIip fIop and serve hoes with a fat dick
TiII ı die ı ’m stiII screamin that (bitches ain ’t shit)
Now i ’m the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where ı ’m from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The d-o-doubIe-g the p-o-u-n-d, the gangsta cIique
Now as the pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and ı can teII that ’s what the fuck you want
So ı bIaze up the chronic, so ı can get high
I promise ı ’II smoke chronic tiII the day that ı die
[chorus]