Just Doggin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kurupt] It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt — yeah, that's me Got scooped by Snoop in a black Cherokee Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front Nice sack of chronic wit' some gin in a cup Back up! I stack up endz Tha Pound and The Row is my only friends If you talk shit, I hit ya hard as I can You talk shit once, but never again [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz] Well, I'm back wit' the bubonic chronic sack for dat ass So all my Doggs — back-to-back, blaze the Zags To the fullest, feelin' a feelin' you never could feel Where your mind is calm, when your body is chill As I mob wit' Tha Pound and my nigga Nate Dogg Not flaggin', but saggin', we're havin' a ball Yes, all y'all muthafuckaz wanna cee like Doggs Wanna be like Doggs, but can't compare to Doggs [Verse 3: Kurupt] It's like one-to-the-two-to-the K-to-the-U-R-U-P-T in effect I steps with a TEC in ya back Ain't no hood got no love, so I packs a strap and... [Hook: Nate Dogg] I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre He was a baller from the muthafuckin' CPT He hooked up wit' some niggas from the LBC And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry [Verse 4: Dat Nigga Daz] Well, uh, check it out, and peep game on the one They call Dat Nigga Daz, an OG from Tha Pound Straight puttin' it down for the Eastside! (Right!) But this is just a dub sack of dope sold to yo' ass to get smoked! Now, you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthafuckin' homie from the CPT And you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthafuckin' Doggs from the LBC [Verse 5: Kurupt] Check this flow! Brutal ain't the word to describe me (Nigga!) Remember, I murder niggas as a hobby! Bodies get battered for fuckin' wit' the best Y'all dump wit' the TEC and tear his whole fuckin' chest off Do I give a fuck?! (Hell, naw!) I'm a loc nigga! (Who you tryin' to provoke, nigga?!) Step and get smoked, nigga Strap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm pumpin' Niggas talk shit, I roll by and start dumpin'! Uh! Fool play the role like the G's Punk ass lil fuckin' mark niggas, please! Murder in the first degree I step wit' a TEC, burst and flee You'll find none worst than me! See? Muthafuckaz murdered and mangled Strangled, I'm vicious like a bangle Check it from a whole different angle Bitches, I'm never simpin', you'll see me pimpin' I slip the clip in, bust a cap, watch 'em fall flat on they back Like this and like that from an automatic strap! So, retire the TEC, 'nuff respect I gets wreck wit' a Glock and it just don't stop I check every nigga known that's tryin' to check me I wreck microphone, verbally respect me I'm off to the sto' to get me a 4-O, so I'm headed out the do'! [Verse 6: Dat Nigga Daz] Now, as I roll wit' Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood On a mission up to no good We don't love you, bitch! After we finish diggin', Tha Pound's about dat dollar and takin' no shit! From no busta-ass niggas (Really doe, shit! Trick, recognize game when it slaps yo' face) Shit! You see, it ain't no thizzang to take you to the next stizzage One-time can't trizzace, now buy a pump 12-gauge You've been sleepin' on the Daz for a long time Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dope rhyme So, uh, muthafuckaz, throw yo' hands in the air And get your proper groove on like ya don't care [Outro: Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz] But see, I don't love them hoes, I look above them hoes Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows And so... Hoe! I thought ya knew, so now you know! Biatch! Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin' Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin'