Doggy Dogg World

Doggy Dogg World

The Dramatics

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherf***er and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all n****z know who I am y'all n****z tearin' up s***
But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherf***ers tryin' to steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my n**** Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'

Ya know, some of these n****z is so deceptive
Usin' 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 goin 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 tryin' to spit at my motherf***in hoes
Seakin' 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 motherf***in paws
Y'all, n****z, better recognize
And see where I'm comin' 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

Well if you give me ten b****es then I'll f*** all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin' juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm for to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin' flavor like Life Savors

Ain't that somethin', talk s*** and I'm dumpin'
I had your whole f***in block bumpin'
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this N**** 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 f***in menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets

It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin'
I want to see some panties droppin'
I'm comin' 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 dishin' out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes

Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin' slugs
And I smoke weed for the f*** of it
Ruff and rugged s***, it's un-explanatory 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 stickin' and movin'
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin'
Hit the button, and light s*** up like Red Dawn

Peep, the ma**icre from a verbal a**a**in
Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you f***in wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog

[Chorus]

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 s***)

Diggity Daz out of the motherf***in 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
'Til I die I'm still screamin' that (b****es ain't s***)

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 s***
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 f*** 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]

Written by BROADUS, CALVIN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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