Blaze some shit up for me Q
 Yea  wussup Dogg  this is whut I'm talkin bout
 Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside)
 Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)
 Westcoast nigga  Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)
 9 9 nigga

 When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
 I feel good  o yes I do
 Cause I still can give it up for you

 Chorus:
 Cause we're all a little strong
 In the Beach, where the paper's long
 But as for me
 I only G when I'm buss'n rocks
 Dogg Pound
 (repeat)

 Verse One:
 Nigga, you know you gotta have heart
 I told you niggas from the start
 If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life
 Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight
 Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
 I was a motha fuckin' fool
 I had to have papers it was routine
 A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
 I, shake niggas
 Break Niggas
 Make niggas, shank theyselves
 For fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
 And it'll catch on
 Cause if it don't, it's on
 And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
 Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone
 Clown me ya gone
 Surround me, it's on
 Get the money you're gone
 My niggas' paper so long
 They call him Snoop Capone
 So if you want me, get me, got me
 Should have shot him
 But now they call me Snoop Gotti
 And that's all I LBC
 Betta yet, that's all I DPGC

 Chorus (2x)

 Verse Two:
 I'm slappin' bones
 In front of my home
 Choppin' game on the phone
 Smokin' a zone
 Big 6, big 5-3's with ya bitches
 My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and
 I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin'
 O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin'
 But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck
 I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet
 Dead, gone, light's out
 With no remorse, I had to take him out
 I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny
 Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money
 And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
 And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)
 And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7
 Cause still, all doggs go to heaven

 Chorus (2x)

 Verse 3:
 I'm freestylin'
 C-stylin'
 Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island
 Where the bitches and the bud come free
 And everybody listen to the D-O double G
 Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts
 People be lovin' me because I drop cuts
 That makes sense, it make big money
 See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny
 But I got yo honey, up under my wing
 Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
 I'll put her in a cling
 I won't buy her a ring
 But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green
 And even if she never even saw me befo'
 There's just no way that she can tell me no
 You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
 And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me

 Chorus (2x)

 West coast, gangsta shit
 My nigga DJ Q
 Yea
 Like I told y'all
 DPG for the 9-9
 DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho'
 Smoke y'all