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Intro: Dr. Dre
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I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see yah (repeat 4X)
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You can't see me, hah
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Back up in that ass once again
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With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit
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Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk
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Some of that gangsta funk
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Some of that ghetto funk
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Call it what you want, just don't forget the G
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Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house
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Verse One: Dogg Pound
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Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother
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What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker
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I don't know why we got to kill each other
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Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker
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[Daz]
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Now as a child I was raised in the church
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Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt
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I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street
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I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle
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For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable
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And not a soul saw who did it
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As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride
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On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die
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[Kurupt]
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Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)
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Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct
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What makes my mind click to perfect timing
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For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining
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Cause I'm in my own zone, alone look down
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You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town
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Perhaps you, know I axe you
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Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to
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Chorus: Prince Ital
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Respect to the Deathrow Inmates
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Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate
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To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face
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Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
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Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace
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Lifetime in static, put you inna your place
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Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality
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Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way
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Lawd
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Verse Two: Dogg Pound
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[Kurupt]
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Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast
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The way to success is elevating too fast
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Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn
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With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned
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Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit
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Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshittin
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Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy
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Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga
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Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes
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Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise
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The Pound, we roll thick like one-time
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And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme
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All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed
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And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit
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(Say what say what say what say what say what?)
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Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit
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[Daz]
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Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
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or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not
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In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash
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Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
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Anybody killa, do or die if I have to
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On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to
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I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long
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Who would stop the movement why I journied so far
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From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt
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Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth
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Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace
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Riders died death is unexplainable when you die
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Outro: Prince Ital
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We dont got to stoop low
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We dont got to stoop low
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We dont got to stoop to your level
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But when they see we coming lawd
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Now when they see we coming lawd
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Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble
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Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun
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And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible
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So don't fuck, you betta be respectable
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The nine millimeter, is really dreadable
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Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild
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Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile
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Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile
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Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler
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An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound
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An wild yes you're wicked an wild
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Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile
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Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile
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De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle
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An wild, yes you're wicked an wild
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An wild... hahaha.. eazy!
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Dogg Pound, run tings, y'kn |