Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?   Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?      Pistols and penitentiaries   Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin'   Spread dumpin' lead bustin'   Tell me, how you wanna be done?   It's so many thangs on these streets   Gang bang on these streets      Heat holders that hug wit slugs   And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods   Nate show these niggas how it was   And how nobody do it like we does 'cuz      Something about the West Coast   Makes me bang the beats   Something about the West Coast   Makes me run them streets      Something about the music   Makes me wanna sing   Something about this chronic   Knocks me off my feet   That's real chronic, baby      Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?   Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?      I know you never thought these niggas could be this good   We'd be bumpin' in your system from hood to hood   I know you never even thought, we would last this long   You were dead wrong      Homie this is Nate, he's a double O.G.   All up in the place, K U R U P T   Better ask your girl, "Why she starin' at me?"   Leave me alone      Calicos   We ready for the get down   You ready to have sit-down   Bitch nigga sit-down   Runnin' in and out ya house   Runnin' in and out ya spouse   Don't say shit or I'll be runnin' in and out your mouth      Gangstas get the party crackin'   Hit a land and get it crunk   Nate Dogg and Kurupt   Yeah nigga that's wassup      Now, I gotta show y'all   How the West Coast rock shit   Concoct and plot shit   Dogg pound oxes      Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?   Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?      D. P. G. C.   The greatest on this earth   Gangsta that was taught, shoot before you converse   Go against the grain and we convert to the worst   Take flight like eagles, puncture like needles      Touch him without even bein' present   The greatest on this earth, West Coast presents   'The Dogg Pound muthafuckin' gangsta nigga'   On all gold feet   Yeah, them all gold D's, we double O.G.'s      Something about the West Coast   Makes me bang the beats   Something about the West Coast   Makes me run them streets      Something about the music   Makes me wanna sing   Something about this chronic   Knocks me off my feet   That's real chronic, baby      Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?   Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?      Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?   Can't nobody   Do you like, we do?