Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - 2002 *, слова песни Tha Dogg Pound

Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - 2002 *

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* originally appeared on the "Sunset Park" soundtrackIt`s just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that`s meGot schooled by Snoop in a black CherokeeDaz in the back, Warren G. in the frontNice sack of chronic with some gin in a cupBack up I stack up the weedTha Pound and the Row is my only friendsIf you talk shit, I hit you hard as I canYou talk shit once but never againWell, I`m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that assSo all my doggs pack the back, laced his assTo the fullest feeling I`m feelin you never could feelWhile your mind is comin where your body is chillAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate DoggNot flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ballYo, saw y`all motherfuckers wanna see like doggsWanna be like doggs, but can`t compare to doggsIt`s like one to the two, two to the threeK to the U-R-U-P-TIn fact, I steps with a tech in the backIn the hood, ain`t got no love, so I packs a strapAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. DreHe was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)He hooked up with the niggas from the LBCAnd now they fuckin up the whole rap industryWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga DazAn OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)But this is just a dove sack of dopeSo till yo ass dopes this moNow, you can`t see my mothafuckin homies from the CPTAnd you can`t see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBCCheck this flow, Hoover ain`t the word to describe me, niggaRemember, I`m murderin niggas as a hobbyBodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dumpWith the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start Do I give a fuck (hell no) I`m a locc niggaWho you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked niggaGet the strap in the back I`m rollin and a bumpinNiggas talk shit I won`t write and start dumpinUh, who play the role like the G`sPunk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, pleaseMurder in the first degreeI step with a tech, burst and fleeYou`ll find none worst than meSee, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangledOur bitches like a bangled Take ya from a whole different angleBitches, I`m never sympin, You`ll see me pimpinI step the clip in, bust a cap Watch them fall flat on they backLike this and like that from an automatic strapSo for tryin the technoRespect I gets wrecked with a glock And it just don`t stopI check every nigga known that`s tryin to check meI wreck microphones verbally, respect meI`m off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur) Oh, so I`m headed out the doorNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin EastwoodOn a mission up to no goodWe don`t love you bitchAfter we finish digginTha Pound`s about that dollar and takin no shitFrom the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shitTrick, recognize game when it slaps your faceSee I ain`t no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzageOne time can`t trzzzace, now why you punk twiceNow, you`ve been sleeping on the desk for a long timeWaitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhymeSo motherfuckers throw your hands in the airAnd get your proper groove on like you don`t careSee I don`t love them hoesI like a butta noseKeep my mind on my money, that`s just how my money flowsAnd soHow, I thought you knew, but now you knowDogg Pound`s in tha house, now in the coupe, Just DogginDogg Pound`s in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin

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