Thrown Up Da C - Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there

You know what I’m sayin'?

Keepin' it goin' everyday all day

And it just don’t stop (Once again)

Dogg Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T… D-A to the Z

Soopa-doopa on the beat…

First thing I do is blaze up a sack

Hit up my nigga Daz like what’s todays plans?

Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a bitch

Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the twist

We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue

And got what we got from bein' real and bein' true

And no clue — they never imagined

How the two come back, with Kurupt with a mag'

Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose

Me and my nigga Daz been over the moon and back down

Been on opposite sides and still roam

I missed my nigga, damn it feels good be home

It’s reality check

Live in your face with a semi artillery tec

Dumpin' til' the whole clip’s empty

I’m sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a rental

Life is the key of the situation homie

Cause it’s drastic and mental, cuz

Everybody could (see)

We throwin' up the © Can't nobody (see)

Drinkin' Henne (ssy)

Cause they all wanna (see)

From here to over the (sea)

We got a D.P.

picnic poppin', it ain’t stoppin'

Music knockin', scores of fours hoppin'

Now everybody wave your hands from side to side

And everybody get your pistols if you’re ready to ride

That’s our terminology

Fuck it cause it gotta be, broken off properly

The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta crew

Lace your Chucks homies cause you’re catchin' the blues — onsite

You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight

See it’s a cold night, full moon

You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM

We been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs

Right, left, two step

Rider music, let’s ride

Push on, hood slide

I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to drinkin'

I do too much — but my homies love me anyway

Back to back, we down to let the semi spray

Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up with Corday

Nickels and nines

Hesitation could make a nigga lose his life

These women can make a nigga lose his mind

All we got is each other, health and time

See «I Ain’t Mad At Cha» homie like the homie Makaveli

It’s Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly

The arsonal is active, flip you up backwards

To killers to gangstas, from criminal jackers

Rider redemption, firin' plastic… nothin' but classics

Bumpin' out my motherfuckin' speaker box

Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters cocked

See we some young niggas growin' in the life of crime

We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest plate and spine

Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind

And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more time?