Just Doggin' - Nate Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound

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 with some gin in a cup

Back up, I stack up ends

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 back to back blaze the zags

To the fuller feeling, a feeling you never could feel

Where your mind is calm, and your body is chill

As I mob with Tha Pound and my nigga Nate Dogg

Not flaggin', but saggin', we’re havin' a ball

Yes, all y’all motherfuckers wanna cee 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 effect, I steps with a Tec in the back

Ain’t no hood got no love, so I packs a strap, and…

I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre

He was a baller from the muthafuckin' CPT (A baller from the CPT)

He hooked up with some niggas from the LBC

And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry

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 your 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

Check this flow, boo-boo ain’t the word to describe me (Nigga)

Remember, I murder niggas as a hobby

Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best

Y’all jump with 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 bumpin'

Niggas talk shit, I roll by and start dumpin'

Uh, who play the role like the G’s?

Punk ass little fuckin' mark niggas, please

Murder in the first degree

I step with a Tec, burst and flee

You’ll find none worst than me

See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled

On bitches like a bangle

Take 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 them fall flat on they back

Like this and like that from an automatic strap

So, retire the Tec, nuff respect

I gets wreck with 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 store to get me a 4-O, 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 no busta ass niggas, really doe, shit

Trick, recognize game when it slaps your 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 sleeping on the Daz for a long time

Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dope rhyme

So, uh, motherfuckers throw your hands in the air

And get your proper groove on like you don’t care

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 you 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'