Doggy Dogg World [explicit] Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West 

I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow 

Y'all niggas know who I am y'all niggas tearing up shit 

But we got something old, and something new for y'all tonight 

Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg 

The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics 

[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go 

I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow 

But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga Coolio 

Put me up on the game when I step through the do' 

Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive 

Using my styles like a contraceptive 

I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt 

It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack 

So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?) 

Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now 

Tell me what's going on 

It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones 

Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes 

And quit trying to spit at my motherfucking hoes 

Seaking of hoes, I'll get to the point 

You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint 

You'se a flea and I'm the big Dogg 

I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfucking paws 

Y'alls, niggas, better recognize 

And see where I'm coming from it's still East Side till I die 

Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why 

[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 

[Kurupt] 

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten 

See my homey Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin 

Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers 

Styles vary, packing flavor like Life Savors 

Ain't that something, talk shit and I'm dumping 

I had your whole fucking block bumping 

Don't sweat, but check the technique, 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 fucking menace, using hoes like tennis rackets 

It's on again, it's on and popping 

All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping 

I want to see some panties dropping 

I'm coming 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 dishing out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news 

Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes 

Kurupt, the name's often marked for catching slugs 

And I smoke weed for the fuck of it 

Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked 

But it's mandatory 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 sticking and moving 

Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head hunting 

Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn 

Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin 

Murdering with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action 

You really don't know, do you, you fucking with a hog 

You can't do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog 

[Chorus] 

[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 motherfucking 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 screaming that (bitches ain't shit) 

Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about 

The city where I'm from, dumb diddy dumb 

As you groove to the gangster shit 

The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-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]