Dogg Pound
 Don Colion  whatever  whatever  Dogg Pound  East Side
 Don Colion  whatever  whatever  Dogg Pound  East Side
 Don Colion  whatever  whatever  Dogg Pound  East Side

 For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on)
 And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on)
 For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68
 This ones from me to you (ride on)
 Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg
 I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin'
 Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat
 And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat
 Hell, yeah, then pass the beat
 And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P (ughh)
 For your concern, you knew there wann't no gimmick
 When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wann't No Limit
 To the thangs I'm gon' do
 Now it's really goin' down with the DPGC
 Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat
 And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo)
 Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South
 Add more killers to this entourage
 South, West, oh, yes
 We in charge and we'll pull your cards
 No disrespect or disregards
 Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so what)
 So my squad gon' mob and drop bombs
 Bring me along, we causin' everybody harm

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 I make ya scream (ahhhhhh)
 I make ya shout (ooooohhh)
 C'mon all you partyin' people
 Let me turn ya out
 Cuz you know I'm all about
 The hoes, money, and clout
 And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy)
 All the way down South

 Can you feel me?
 I can dig it
 Hoes- Take me to the bridge

 Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)
 Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what)
 Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)
 Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg

 Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe
 I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life
 You can bet your bottom biscuit
 You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up)
 Tha Doggfather is a household name
 >From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg
 I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape
 Somewhere hidden in his briefcase
 Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines
 Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean
 Take a look you ain't ever seen
 One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord
 Back to the spot up top
 West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC)
 A who bang with diamond
 Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy
 With blue Colion playin' in the backround
 On the behind line with big style
 Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go
 Game strong, no longer in the roll
 Just a few names from the respected files
 LBC styles, DPG ale
 I bought a house with a lake in the back
 My big holey stack just like that

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