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It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me 
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee 
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front 
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup 
Back up I stack up the weed 
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends 
If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can 
You talk shit once but never again 

Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass 
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass 
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel 
While your mind is comin where your body is chill 
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg 
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball 
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs 
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs 

It's like one to the two, two to the three 
K to the U-R-U-P-T 
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back 
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap 

And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre 
He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT) 
He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC 
And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry 

Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz 
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right) 
But this is just a dove sack of dope 
So till yo ass dopes this mo 
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT 
And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC 

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga 
Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby 
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump 
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start 
Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga 
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga 
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin 
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin 
Uh, who play the role like the G's 
Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please 
Murder in the first degree 
I step with a tech, burst and flee 
You'll find none worst than me 
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled 
Our bitches like a bangled 
Take ya from a whole different angle 
Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin 
I step the clip in, bust a cap 
Watch them fall flat on they back 
Like this and like that from an automatic strap 
So for tryin the techno 
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock 
And it just don't stop 
I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me 
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me 
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur) 
Oh, so I'm headed out the door 

Now as I roll with 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 that dollar and takin no shit 
>From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit 
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face 
See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage 
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice 

Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time 
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme 
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air 
And get your proper groove on like you don't care 

See I don't love them hoes 
I like a butta nose 
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows 
And so 
How, I thought you knew, but now you know 

Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin 
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin

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