Just Doggin'

[Kurupt]
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 sh*t, I hit you hard as I can
You talk sh*t once but never again

[Daz]
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 n*gga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', but saggin', we're havin' a ball
Yes, all y'all motherf*ckers wanna cee like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs

[Kurupt]
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...

[Nate Dogg]
I once knew a n*gga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the muthaf*ckin' CPT (A baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with some n*ggas from the LBC
And now they f*ckin' up the whole rap industry

[Daz]
Well, uh, check it out, and peep game on the one
They call Dat n*gga 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 muthaf*ckin' homie from the CPT
And you can't see my muthaf*ckin' doggs from the LBC

[Kurupt]
Check this flow, boo-boo ain't the word to describe me (n*gga)
Remember, I murder n*ggas as a hobby
Bodies get battered for f*ckin with the best
Y'all jump with the Tec and tear his whole f*ckin' chest off
Do I give a f*ck? (Hell naw) I'm a loc n*gga
(Who you tryin' to provoke, n*gga?) Step and get smoked, n*gga
Strap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm bumpin'
n*ggas talk sh*t, I roll by and start dumpin'
Uh, who play the role like the G's?
Punk ass little f*ckin' mark n*ggas, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a Tec, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me
See, motherf*ckers murdered and mangled, strangled
On b*tches like a bangle
Take it from a whole different angle
b*tches, 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 n*gga 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

[Daz]
Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you b*tch
After we finish diggin'
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin' no sh*t
From no busta ass n*ggas, really doe, sh*t
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
sh*t, 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 n*gga to come bust a dope rhyme
So, uh, motherf*ckers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't care

[Kurupt + Daz]
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'