Just Doggin Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

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 want to see like doggs 

want to be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs 

It's like one to the two, two to the three 

K to the you-are-you-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