Tha Dogg Pound - Anotha k**in' lyrics

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Tha Dogg Pound - Anotha k**in' lyrics

[Intro] It's me and Snoop Dogg, Kurupt and Daz, n***a (Another k**ing) It's another motherf**ing k**ing, n***a It's another k**ing We had to put this together, (another k**ing) Just had to be [Snoop Dogg] They layed one of my homies down; two of my enemies I grab the heat and creep up the street and squeeze I'm in your neighborhood, so what the f** is up? And if I catch you I'mma pop you, n***a that's whats up! We can talk about it, no, I don't think so And I'mma catch you when your creeping with that pink toe You trying to creep up out that mink store, get you a drink So when I hit you, you won't even trip to think so Cross your heart, double dot your eyes Yellow tape you, make you a homicide Stretch you out like a red bind Halloween, is your dead line, beddy bed time I zag your zig, I put a fork in the pig I co*k the Glock and pop you my n***a, you dig? I open you up and leave you leaking by the face In ghetto we ain't got no time to be catching no case Too slick to sly plus I'm too high I'm too fly and I do die, I do die I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the budda Love Chicken and Beer like the homeboy Luda Big Snoopy D-O-Dub, I'mma k**a cuz I'm draped up like a steela of gorilla (dub) Sacramento no, pedal to the floor Anotha k**ing for realer, n***a let it go [Daz] We on the corner a hundred (deep), blue rag the f** up And word on the street they got blast the f** up Now it's feuding and shooting and I'm running your life I'm in it for the stripes, n***a don't f** up tonight Bandana, banana-clips, ready to trip You n***as is a**ed out, see you better not trip I see some buster a** n***as at the bus stop out of bound We bang the gang bang them n***as from The Dogg Pound Trap 'em rock 'em and stop 'em we mashing Everytime we see you n***as we clashing D.P.G down with 24th Street Siccmade n***a down with them 21st g's (Motherf**er) Brotha Lynch Hung my motherf**ing n***a [Kurupt] Listen to me One for the flame, and two for the trigga And three of these hollow point teflons n***a When I came in this motherf**er I had a plan I'll sock all you motherf**ers where you stand I'm gang banged out, riders on a mission You can catch fades, n***a f** the pistols Piranhas is loose in the septic tank We do what you can't, I am what you ain't Don't even try to provoke me cuz Looking, smoking, slipping, smoke me cuz I'll beat your a** on the low so fast Bang on your homies, spread through your hood Release these toxins like mustard gas Scrape the chevrolet, it's all to the good My n***a Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz [Brotha Lynch Hung] n***a this is G block, trust me Dump on any n***a with the rusty old trusty Sacramento yes, catch him in the chest Right by his tour bus left a bloody mess, yes Pupils none a cuddy left Coathanga strangled him, aimed at him He don't know what angle I'm coming from Tangled him, spiderwebs all over his cranium (That n***a has spiderwebs all over his cranium, n***a) Me and Crooked I know, n***as be talking too much n***a shut your pie hole, everybody know you do s** This ain't a reality show, hungry n***as do touch Mothaf**as two clutch, giving n***as who cuss I got an army of n***as I'm "Strange" it ain't a rumor We giving n***as brain tumors, hit 'em with the Luger I'm doing the rapping and this n***a is the shooter 'Yay got a mask on but n***a he's a shooter You'll never see his face on a computer Spiderman Jr. Oklahoma chewmer Poke a ho with two cuts This motherf**er said he about to do what? Get chewed up, its Dinner And A Mova' (Movie) Deuce-Four, n***a

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