Ricky Harris - Doggy Dogg World lyrics

[Chronic break] Can we get a motherf**in moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, n***as be brown-nosing these hoes and sh** Taking b**hes out to eat, and spending money on these hoes Know what I'm saying? I treat a b**h like 7-Up, I never have I never will I tell a b**h like this: "b**h, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes You'll never go platinum!" Hey Daz, give me a light n***a [Intro - Taa Dow] 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***as know who I am, y'all n***as tearin' up sh** 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 [Intro - Snoop Dogg] It's like everywhere I lizzook And everywhere I go I'm hearing motherf**ers trying to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] Some of these n***as is so deceptive Using my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt Seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, patty-whack I still got the biggest sack! So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for break off, shake off, now take off your Clothes, and quit trying to spit at my motherf**in' hoes! Speaking 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'alls n***as better recognize And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside Til I die. Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y [Hook - The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Verse 2 - Kurupt] Well if you give me 10 b**hes then I'll f** all 10 Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that something? Talk sh** and I'm dumping I had the f**in' whole block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this n***a behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through 1, 2, 3: you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A f**in' menace, using hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, It's on and popping All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping I wanna see some panties dropping I'm coming from L.A She used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho 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 sh**, it's unexplanatory 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 bu*ton, and light sh** up like Red Dawn Peep, the ma**acre 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 [Daz Dillinger] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Til when? (Til the early morn') And it don't stop, and it don't quit For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough [Verse 3 - Daz] Diggity-Daz out of the motherf**in' cut once more So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hows with a fat dick Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "b**hes ain't sh**!" Now I'm the mack daddy, had he not known about The city where I'm from: Dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster sh** The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D The gangster clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the f** you want Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die