Lyric Doggy Dogg World
Intro:
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
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
