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We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina WestI own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-DowY'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shitBut we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongihtPut your hands together for Snoop Doggy DoggThe Dogg Pound, and the fabulous DramaticsIt's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I goI'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flowBut it ain't no thang cause see my nigga CoolioPut me up on the game when I step through the do'Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptiveUsin my styles like a contraceptiveI hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learntIt's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sackSo put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, nowTell me what's goin onIt make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozonesLone for the break-up, so take off your clothesand quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoesSeakin of hoes, I'll get to the pointYou think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a jointYou'se a flea and i'm the big DoggI'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin pawsY'alls, niggaz, better recognizeSongtexteAnd see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I dieWhy ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-YIt's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg WorldIt's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg WorldThe Dogg's WorldWell if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all tenSee my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and ginDon't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papersStyles vary, packin flavor like Life SavorsAin't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpinI had your whole fuckin block bumpinDon't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like ChinaYa never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind yaSo peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming throughOne-two, three, you can't see meI'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tacticsA fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis racketsIt's on again, it's on and poppinAll I see is green, so there ain't no stoppinI wanna see some panties droppinI'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton(All I ever did was just use that hoeShow her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad newsCut off khakis, french braids, and house shoesKurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugsand I smoke weed for the fuck of itRuff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wickedbut it's manditory that I kick itCheck it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove itHoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movinPrepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntinHit the button, and light shit up like Red DawnPeep, the massicre from a verbal assassinMurderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some actionYou really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hogYou can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-DogTha 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 flowI flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dickTill I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known aboutthe city where I'm from, dum diddy dumAs you groove to the gangster shitThe D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta cliqueNow as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funkI can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you wantSo I blaze up the chronic, so I can get highI promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die Aus Songtexte Mania