Just Doggin Lyrics – Tha Dogg Pound
Singer: Tha Dogg Pound
Title: Just Doggin
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 sh#t, I hit you hard as I can
You talk sh#t once but never again
Well, I’m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that #ss
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his #ss
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 n#gg# Nate Dogg
Not flaggin’, not saggin’, but havin’ a ball
Yo, saw y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs wanna see 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 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 n#gg# named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherf#cking CPT
He hooked up with the n#gg#s from the LBC
And now they f#ckin’ up the whole rap industry
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call dat n#gg# Daz
An OG straight puttin’ it down for the Eastside
But this is just a dove sack of dope, so till yo #ss dopes this mo
Now, you can’t see my mothaf#ckin’ homies from the CPT
And you can’t see my mothaf#ckin’ doggs from the LBC
Check this flow, Hoover ain’t the word to describe me, n#gg#
Remember, I’m murderin’ n#gg#s as a hobby
Bodies get battered for f#ckin’ with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to f#ckin’ chest start
Do I give a f#ck, I’m a locc n#gg#
Who you tryin’ to provoke step up, get smoked n#gg#
Get the strap in the back I’m rollin’ and a bumpin’
n#gg#s talk sh#t I won’t write and start dumpin’
Uh, who play the role like the G’s
Punk #ss middle f#ckin’ mark n#gg#s, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You’ll find none worst than me
See, m#th*rf#ck*rs murdered and mangled, strangled
Our b#tches like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle
b#tches, 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 n#gg# known that’s tryin’ to check me
I wreck microphones verbally
Respect me
I’m off to the store to get me a four
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 b#tch
After we finish diggin’
Tha Pound’s about that dollar and takin’ no sh#t
From the busta #ss n#gg#s, bell it out sh#t
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain’t no fake, I take you to the next stage
One time can’t trace, now why you punk twice
Now, you’ve been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin’ for the n#gg# to come bust a dogg rhyme
So m#th*rf#ck*rs 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’
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