| You know I’m hittin' on the switches
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| From back to back, it’s me and my nigga
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| Like Snoop and Dre we dippin' and we '6−4 bouncin'
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| You know it’s Dogg Pound Gangstas, you know that we loungin'
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| We back up in the house tearin' down the roof
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| You know the dogg is in the house when we yell out 'woof!'
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| You know we give it to you all night long with the shit that we got
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| Me and my nigga, yeah we burnin' hot
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| You want the gauge or Glock? |
| I got both
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| And I’ma give it to you whether you like it or not
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| As long as the 'four can hop I’ma scrape curbs block to block
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| I got all the ladies off that do-it fluid
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| Like Bigg Snoop said «Ya gots to do it»
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| I thought you knew it, I’m cool as coolin'
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| Dippin' bangin' that Dogg Pound Gangsta music
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| And this ain’t for you suckers who ain’t used to it
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| Dippin' like what it 'bout, tell these niggas one more time
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| Can’t even look a real nigga in his eyes
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| (Kurupt)
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| Nigga what you gon' do? |
| (Nigga what you gon' do?)
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| I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
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| I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
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| Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
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| (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
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| Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin'
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| D.P.G. |
| is the letters of the gang
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| (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)
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| This G shit, dippin' through the motherfuckin' streets with —
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| Ounces, smokin' in front of the polices
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| Got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood
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| Got a bitch from the hood, got a bitch in Hollywood
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| I’m just too gangsta’d up
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| At the same time all hood, as I should
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| On the edge of the frontline, though it took me some time
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| Hittin' my stick, go get money off of bricks
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| Switch the twist and pimp a bitch, twist and switch
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| Get paid to chip, dip so quick it’s a glitch
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| I’m lit off this motherfuckin' Grey Goose, punk
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| I’ll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps
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| Got bitches in college, you obey motherfucker
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| I’m just rollin', keep it G’d to a T
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| Ridin' down the streets where all the homies bangin' to the beat
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| (Kurupt)
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| Nigga what you gon' do? |
| (Nigga what you gon' do?)
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| I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
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| I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
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| Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
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| (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
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| Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin'
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| D.P.G. |
| is the letters of the gang
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| (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)
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| I come with the force of a million bricks
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| Bustin' a million clips, niggas know we 'bout to trip
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| Slip in the club with a heater, nigga this how we greet 'em
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| Sneak up on yo' bitch ass with a pistol and beat him
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| I’m a savage, a beast nonetheleast, can’t catch Dat Nigga Daz
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| Nigga out in the street, 'cause I love to creep
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| I ride slow with a gauge cocked, ready to aim
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| Torchin' them niggas, yo Kurupt, come back with the flame
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| I’m Eastside out, runnin' my mouth
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| Niggas start to run nigga when the burner hang out
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| Notice how I make 'em respect the tec, rip a hole in they vest
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| Penetrate they chest, three times for the set
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| See I’m the dominant, the prominent one
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| I got a shotgun nigga and I’m bustin' on one
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| I let the rounds off nigga, won’t you lay the fuck down
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz bitch, Tha Dogg Pound
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| We wear the crown nigga, we the king of this
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| I give a fuck how many niggas that you bring, nigga you’re still a bitch
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| I don’t quit, and when I start I go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart
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| Motherfucker
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| (Kurupt) — X 2
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| Nigga what you gon' do? |
| (Nigga what you gon' do?)
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| I’ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
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| I’ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
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| Hey, there them niggas go (C'mon homie, where’s the pistol?)
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| (Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
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| Niggas ain’t really sayin' nothin' that we can’t make somethin'
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| D.P.G. |
| is the letters of the gang
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| (Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs) |