You niggaz just don't get it do you?

Young Roscoe the sodo

YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti

Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83



[Hook]

Put me on lockdown and sneak out back

And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack

Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy

Not while you listening to my CD

You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me

Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP

But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject

I'll even give you 5 seconds



[Roscoe]

The wait is finally done with, the time is now

YA, like who want it, we in it to run it

The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga

Tabasco sause all over the track

That nigga Roscoe'll boss all over the track

He make the "Girls All Pause" yeah they open to that

Now who you know the flow talking about, approachin a mac?

Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat

I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa

Cut your arm of to get to the watch quicka

Not tryin to do it all, can't see Juvy hall

Too many booty calls my nigga, duty calls

I'm used to ditching classes roamin through the halls



[Hook]

Put me on lockdown and sneak out back

And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack

Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy

Not while you listening to my CD

You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me

Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP

But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject

I'll even give you 5 seconds



[Roscoe]

Ha ha! These young niggaroes comin with sicka flows

Hit you with the figga 4, Rock Bottom

Me and my dogs gettin paper'd up

Rippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up from top to bottom

(Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we don't wear 'em

(What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got those bu we don't carry

(What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those, but we don't ever share 'em

We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash

Only in it temporary for cash

And stearin clear from the phonies, cus they scary to blast

But where were the mass murderin Young Assassins murderin tracks

To linguish and we all know how to act

It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide

When we rob, when we ride, nigga side

We oblide by the rules, ride by the fools

Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew

You know how we do...



Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money and shake...

Oh 5 seconds



[Roscoe]

I'm breakin 'em off like the umbilicle cord

Takin 'em off the billboard

Chargin through at full force

And first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm hot to death

Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch

I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark

But don't never hit the fence at night when it gets dark

You better hope the pitbulls never get loose

CUs best believe we comin to get you shitzu

I'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin, it's pitiful

Analyze the situation, hypocritical

Sinical criminals, indispicable individuals

Supplyin the heat rock bumpin through yo digital

Whenever you dippin through the ghetto

Whippin the 6-2 Chevy, blowin heavy, goin 70

With one hand on the steering wheel tryin to hold it steady

Hittin the switch

Cus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this



And that's on the intro, so big, so big