*featuring Charlie Wilson
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[Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
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Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)
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(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)
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(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
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[repeat]
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[Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks
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More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutz
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Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds
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It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around
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Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
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and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC
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I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked
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but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap
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Watch your head, I break wit
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wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds
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Bounce, rock while rollerskatin
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on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons
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I'm not that BG poppin all that junk
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about "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
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I been there and done that, no inspiration
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All day illustration beat conversation
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond
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Been workin on ya new album for two years strong
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and still can't come up with the right song
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You know what they say:'Study long, study long'
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All aboard the train so come along
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cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
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It's alright ain't no room for wrong
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Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
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I got money loads by the barrels
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I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
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I'm international money maker, player hater
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shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler
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at a player though cos players know the real from the fake
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You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
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I give you people what you like
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What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic
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[Chorus x1 1/2]
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[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
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Killin up crews, give em the real street blues
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Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
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Of course it don't stop bein a Westside ridah
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Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue
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I lay conversation on wax and CD's
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BG's and o-riginals, here come the mission
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Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season
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Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh
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I represent the LBC-ment
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Windows tint, nigga that's the president
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I hit you with a tune every blue moon
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Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
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Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate
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It taste like it's laced but it ain't
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This one puff uncut, no doubt
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Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
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[Chorus x1 1/2]
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[Outro:]
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Shucks
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(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
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(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)
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[repeat]
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Snoop Bounce
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Snoop Dogg |