作词 : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me 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 *********** Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends If you talk *************t, I hit you hard as I can You talk *************t 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 ************* Nate Dogg Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball Yo, saw y'all mother***********s 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 ************* named Dr. Dre He was a baller from the mother***********g CPT(a baller from the CPT) He hooked up with the *************s from the LBC And now they *********** up the whole rap industry Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat ************* Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right) But this is just a dove sack of *********** So till yo ass ***********s this mo Now, you can't see my *********** homies from the CPT And you can't see my *********** doggs from the LBC Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, ************* Remember, I'm murderin *************s as a hobby Bodies get battered for *********** with the best dogg dump With the tech-n-terror to *********** chest start Do I give a ************* (hell no) I'm a locc ************* Who you tryin to provoke(*************) step up, get smoked ************* Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin *************s talk *************t I won't write and start dumpin Uh, who play the role like the G's Punk ass middle *********** mark *************s, please Murder in the first degree I step with a tech, burst and flee You'll find none worst than me See, mother***********s murdered and mangled, strangled Our *********** like a bangled Take ya from a whole different angle ***********, 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 ************* 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 ************* After we finish diggin Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no *************t From the busta ass *************s, Bell it out *************t 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 ************* to come bust a dogg rhyme So mother***********s 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
作词 : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me 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 *********** Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends If you talk *************t, I hit you hard as I can You talk *************t 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 ************* Nate Dogg Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball Yo, saw y'all mother***********s 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 ************* named Dr. Dre He was a baller from the mother***********g CPT(a baller from the CPT) He hooked up with the *************s from the LBC And now they *********** up the whole rap industry Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat ************* Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right) But this is just a dove sack of *********** So till yo ass ***********s this mo Now, you can't see my *********** homies from the CPT And you can't see my *********** doggs from the LBC Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, ************* Remember, I'm murderin *************s as a hobby Bodies get battered for *********** with the best dogg dump With the tech-n-terror to *********** chest start Do I give a ************* (hell no) I'm a locc ************* Who you tryin to provoke(*************) step up, get smoked ************* Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin *************s talk *************t I won't write and start dumpin Uh, who play the role like the G's Punk ass middle *********** mark *************s, please Murder in the first degree I step with a tech, burst and flee You'll find none worst than me See, mother***********s murdered and mangled, strangled Our *********** like a bangled Take ya from a whole different angle ***********, 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 ************* 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 ************* After we finish diggin Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no *************t From the busta ass *************s, Bell it out *************t 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 ************* to come bust a dogg rhyme So mother***********s 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
