(feat. Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre)
[Dr. Dre:]
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
[Kurupt:]
N***as I grew up with, n***as I jacked with
Some n***as I'm cool with and some n***as I scrapped with
Gets crazy when the light gets dark
Put my schwin on the porch, now I'm headed for the park
(Little does he know there's a crew of n***as waitin'
To put him on they hood, and they been anticipatin')
Fix my khakis as I step and I parks my ride
(Ey yo, what up Kurupt?) Westside, n***a (Right)
Peepin' out the spot and that's just on GP
Just in case some motherfuckers wanna try and see me
No sooner than I say what I'm thinkin' what I thought of
Two n***as run up on me and they tellin' me to follow
And now they askin' me what hood I'm from
Well since yo' hood is my hood, then my hood is yo' hood
The rat pack is on, as I falls to the floor
I can't run so I guess I gotta throw 'em
I'm scrappin' with these n***as 'til my mouth got bloody
And after it's over we got some drink and we got budded
Since I'm only 13 this must be my intro
I really don't know but that's just how that shit flow
Rat-tat-tat-tat, fuckin' droppin' on that ass
B.G. is born, so grab your gats and blast
It's like I'm free but yet and still I feel I'm stuck
Cause the hood that I'm from n***as don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Run for your gun motherfucker and duck
If you slip you'll get plucked 'cause (n***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the name of Kurupt
Growin' up crazy 'cause (n***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
So Daz, my mellow, my n***a
Show these motherfuckers that (n***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
The click that I'm with - don't give a shit
You know why? (n***as don't give a fuck)
[Dat N***a Daz:]
Early '85 got my stack on fat
Got kinda flossy and rushed me a 'Llac
It felt kinda funny with money, but ain't no thang
See what's a Coupe DeVille without a set of Dana Danes?
So I rushed 'em with the quickness and I put 'em on the Coupe
Smokin' weed, servin' cavi, now I know how to cook loot
Dat N***a Daz was the name and the game was mine
Sewin' shit up for willow to the back of 1-9
Mr. Dopeman, they done ga-uh-grabbed me
Sent me to penitentiary 'cause I used to serve cavi
Makin' big money on the block, that was us 'til we bust
Off-brand stepped up then off-brand get rushed (blaaw!)
Motherfucker (fuckers), knew about me ('bout me)
Well they didn't know enough to where they say they doubt me (doubt me)
So it's relatively cool and shit
But the n***as who don't give a fuck, are the n***as I fuck with
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin' air, we don't care
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
About nothin' at all, just my doggs and clockin' a grip
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
That's why I can kick it so tough, 'cause when times get rough my
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
The click that I'm with, don't give a shit, you know why?
(Real n***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
[Dat N***a Daz:]
Now I'm back up on the block
And I'm the G that's pushin' ki's, puttin' a 187 on cops
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
Now let me see if these n***as plan to set trip
Bang to the boogie and boogie to the bang
Is the song that I sang when I let my nuts hang
Do my thang - quickly, slowly, fo' surely
N***as like yourself best to act like you know me
[Kurupt:]
Startin' shit 'cause they n***as mad doggin' me
So now it's time for me to release the fuckin' hogg in me
I puts my hand on my heat, peep, we four deep
Dat N***a Daz, Warren G, me and Snoop Doggy Dogg in a '93 Jeep (beotch)
It don't stop - Glock, in the back, pack a fat knot
Anybody killer, so what's up?
Kurupt and Dat N***a Daz
(Are two n***as who don't give a fuck)..
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
(N***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
(Real n***as don't give a fuck, n***a)
[Dr. Dre:]
Awww shit, ha ha ha, yeah
I like that shit, ya know
I like that gangsta shit
This is definitely some of that shit
A n***a could kick back and smoke a fat ass joint to
Know what I'm sayin'?
Dogg Pound in the house...