*featuring Kurupt, Daz and The Dramatics
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[Intro:]
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We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
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I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
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Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
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But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
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Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
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The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
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[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
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I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
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But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
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Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
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Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
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Usin my styles like a contraceptive
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I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
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It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
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So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
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Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
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Tell me what's goin on
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It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
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Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
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and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
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Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
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You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
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You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
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I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
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Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
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And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
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Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y
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[Chorus:]
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It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
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It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
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The Dogg's World
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[Verse Two: Kurupt]
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Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
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See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
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Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
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Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
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Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
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I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
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Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
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Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
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So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
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One-two, three, you can't see me
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I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
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A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
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It's on again, it's on and poppin
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All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
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I wanna see some panties droppin
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I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
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(All I ever did was just use that hoe
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Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
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I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
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Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
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Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
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and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
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Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
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but it's manditory that I kick it
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Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
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Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
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Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
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Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
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Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
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Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
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You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
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You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Daz]
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Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
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Tell when (till the early morn)
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It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
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The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)
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Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
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So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
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I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
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Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
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Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
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the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
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As you groove to the gangster shit
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The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
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Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
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I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
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So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
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I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die
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[Chorus]
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Doggy Dogg World
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Snoop Dogg |