Lyrics
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gone make me lose it
Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
For life, yeah you better watch what you say
Livin' on the West Coast California, hey
Hey yo guess who’s back
It’s them niggas you don’t come around unless you strapped
Check it Daz and Soopa', we pressin' the fact
We givin' knockouts to niggas plus a lesson in rap
You shoulda kept your mouth closed, left it at that
Now we pullin' out the weapons, the tech and the mack
You shoulda played the back like a regular cat
Ya fucked up, you let your heart get ahead of your raps
Now we all up on yo' dome like a Mexican hat
Arriba bitch, I’ll separate your neck from your back
Punk nigga, I’ma tell ya straight to your face
Right before I take off bombin' straight to your face
It’s that West Coast, D-O double-G flow
Lookin' all around town but really don’t see no
Niggas who can fuck with that, buck quick nigga
Duck quick nigga, talk and get your strut hit nigga
What, who, pop and shit talk
Step up ya get rocked, raw move jack
Y’all niggas better Crip Walk up out my business
I’ll finish ya, cold sinister
Hoe administer, no gimmicks bruh
Slow quit it, ya steppin' on the wrong turf
We cock back with the Glock strap
Six feet fuckin' with this D. P
Dippin' on these niggas Llac’d up, chrome on the side
To make these niggas back up and I’m
Bangin' that gangsta music
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gon' make me lose it
Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
For life, yeah you better watch what you say
Livin' on the West Coast California, hey
I’m a G in the highest degree
I told the B-U-L-L-shit to back off me
I ain’t havin' it, let it smoke and I’ll smoke yo ass
I finally can relax at last, on a mission on a serious task
The police wanna know who’s under the másk
Who makin', breakin' yourself for the jewelry and cash
Like Luda' I’m too furious and too damn fast
(And this is how I’m gon' do ya
Everyone around here who smoke Buddha)
I stay high all the time, double my money in this rap game
On point, hot to death, homie what a for sure aim
God damn it’s a motherfuckin' shame
How niggas keep kickin' up my name
You ain’t nobody, I turn the book, rip the page
I’m at the point where I’m about to get paid
I crave for this, misbehave with him and draw down on him
I had to learn, I had to stay focused
This goes out, to you know who
Who try to do what we do, and try to be like my crew
You fake ass gangstas, you’ll never be true
This is Dogg Pound Gang (Soopafly, Kurupt and Snoop)
So back up or get rolled on, we love to ride
(We smoke kush, smoke purple 'cause we love to get high)
'Cause I’m
I’m with my kinfolk, we blowin' big dope
We on this big boat, this shit is no joke
We on the West Coast, yeah we got the best smoke
Baby girl jumped out the boat and did the breast stroke
And now a nigga floatin', but on a different note
Cause 'Fly just flew in and cuz bought some different smoke
So, so, tell me what a nigga paid
I’ll back-slap ya, I’m your papi, what that nigga say?
You better keep it on the low or don’t speak at all
And tell Shameka and Konica I’ma freak 'em dog
See when I ride up, you know I fire it up
I throw a party on the block and get ya wired up
See it’s the big boss, I’m in the big house
With the bitch who suck dick with the big mouth
I set the big trap for the big mouse
I left him stuck him for his cheese
Now I breeze, nigga please, bang on
Yeah, so so gangsta
You know what time it is, we run this gangsta shit
West Coast to the fullest
Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly, Kurupt, Snoop Dogg
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about nigga
The ultimate gangsta crew
Dogg Pound Gangsta, Crip
