Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
 Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
 Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
 Back up I stack up the weed
 Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
 If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can
 You talk shit once but never again

 Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
 So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass
 To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel
 While your mind is comin where your body is chill
 As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
 Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
 Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
 Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs

 It's like one to the two, two to the three
 K to the U-R-U-P-T
 In fact, I steps with a tech in the back
 In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap

 And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
 He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)
 He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC
 And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry

 Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz
 An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)
 But this is just a dove sack of dope
 So till yo ass dopes this mo
 Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT
 And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC

 Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
 Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby
 Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump
 With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start
 Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga
 Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga
 Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin
 Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin
 Uh, who play the role like the G's
 Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please
 Murder in the first degree
 I step with a tech, burst and flee
 You'll find none worst than me
 See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled
 Our bitches like a bangled
 Take ya from a whole different angle
 Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin
 I step the clip in, bust a cap
 Watch them fall flat on they back
 Like this and like that from an automatic strap
 So for tryin the techno
 Respect I gets wrecked with a glock
 And it just don't stop
 I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me
 I wreck microphones verbally, respect me
 I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
 Oh, so I'm headed out the door

 Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
 On a mission up to no good
 We don't love you bitch
 After we finish diggin
 Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit
 >From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit
 Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
 See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage
 One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice

 Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
 Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme
 So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air
 And get your proper groove on like you don't care

 See I don't love them hoes
 I like a butta nose
 Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
 And so
 How, I thought you knew, but now you know

 Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin
 Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin