Another smoke session up in this motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me Q
Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout
Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside)
Shuttin these n***as up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)
Westcoast n***a, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)
9-9 n***a

When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you

Chorus:
Cause we're all a little strong
In the Beach, where the paper's long
But as for me
I only G when I'm buss'n rocks
Dogg Pound
(repeat)

Verse One:
N***a, you know you gotta have heart (Yea)
I told you n***as from the start (Time ago)
If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life
Always stay down and keep my mothafuckin' game tight
Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
I was a mothafuckin' fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young n***a on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake n***as
Break n***as
Make n***as, shank they selves
For fuckin with my wealth (n***a)
And it'll catch on
Cause if it don't, it's on
And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone
Clown me, ya wrong
Surround me, ya gone
Get the money you're gone
My n***as' paper so long
They call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get in, got it
Shoot your shot
Amd now they call me Snoop Gotti
And that's all I LBC
Betta yet, that's all I DPGC
Chorus (2x)

Verse Two:
I'm slappin' bones
In front of my home
Choppin' game on the phone
Smokin' a zone
Big 6, big 5-3, switching bitches
My girls in the kitchen, and she cookin' up some fish and
I'm blastin' at this n***a that was trippin'
Ol knuckle head n***a, thought I was slippin'
But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet
Dead, gone, light's out
With no remorse, I had to take him out
I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money
And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop with yo rocks (mothafucka)
And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all dogs go to heaven

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3:
I'm freestylin'
C-stylin'
Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island
Where the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody listen to the D-O double G
Hoes on my dick, n***as on my nuts
People be lovin' me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See Snoop is that n***a who don't hafta play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
I'll put her in a cling
I won't buy her a ring
But I'll put her on the ho-stroll to make me some green
And even if she never even saw me befo'
There's just no way that she can tell me no
You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me
Chorus (2x)

West coast, gangsta shit
My n***a DJ Q
Yea
Like I told y'all
DPG for the 9-9
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho'
Smoke y'all