We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
 I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
 Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
 But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
 Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
 The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

 Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

 It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
 I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
 But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
 Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
 Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
 Usin my styles like a contraceptive
 I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
 It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
 So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
 Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
 Tell me what's goin on
 It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
 Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
 and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
 Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
 You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
 You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
 I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
 Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
 And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
 Why ask why?  As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

 Chorus:

 It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
 It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
 The Dogg's World

 Verse Two:  Kurupt

 Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
 See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
 Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
 Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
 Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
 I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
 Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
 Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
 So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
 One-two, three, you can't see me
 I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
 A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
 It's on again, it's on and poppin
 All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
 I wanna see some panties droppin
 I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
 (All I ever did was just use that hoe
 Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
 I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
 Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
 Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
 and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
 Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
 but it's manditory that I kick it
 Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
 Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
 Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
 Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
 Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
 Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
 You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
 You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Daz

 Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
 Tell when (till the early morn)
 It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
 The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

 Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
 So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
 I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
 Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
 Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
 the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
 As you groove to the gangster shit
 The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
 Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
 I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
 So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
 I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

 Chorus