[Intro - Snoop Dogg] It's like everywhere I lizzook And everywhere I go I'm hearing somebody trying to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] Some of these fools are so deceptive Using my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt Seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, patty-whack I still got the biggest sack! So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for break off, shake off, now take off your Clothes, and quit trying to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes! Speaking of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cause 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 niggas better recognize And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside Til I die. Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y
[Hook - The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World
[Verse 2 - Kurupt] Well if you give me 10 bitches then I'll fuck all 10 Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that something? They keep talking and I'm dumping I had the fuckin' whole block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through 1, 2, 3: you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A menace, and I'm using em like tennis rackets It's on again, It's on and popping All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping I wanna see some panties dropping I'm coming from L.A She used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho 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
[Daz Dillinger] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Til when? (Til the early morn') And it don't stop, and it don't quit For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough
[Verse 3 - Daz] Diggity-daz back up in you out of the cut once more So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve those who ain't up on it Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "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 hits The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D The gangster clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die