(feat. Kurupt, Daz and The Dramatics)    [Intro:]    We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West  I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow  Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit  But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht  Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg  The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics    [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]     It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go  I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow  But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio  Put me up on the game when I step through the do'  Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive  Usin my styles like a contraceptive  I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt  It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack  So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)  Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now  Tell me what's goin on  It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones  Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes  and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes  Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point  You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint  You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg  I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws  Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize  And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die  Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y     [Chorus:]    It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World  It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World  The Dogg's World    [Verse Two: Kurupt]    Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten   See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin  Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers  Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors  Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin  I had your whole fuckin block bumpin  Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China  Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya  So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through  One-two, three, you can't see me  I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics  A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets  It's on again, it's on and poppin  All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin  I wanna see some panties droppin  I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton  (All I ever did was just use that hoe   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 fuck of it  Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked  but it's manditory 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 button, and light shit up like Red Dawn  Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin  Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action  You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog  You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog    [Chorus]    [Verse Three: Daz]     Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)  Tell when (till the early morn)  It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)  The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)    Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'  So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow  I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick  Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)  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 shit  The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique  Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk  I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want  So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high  I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die    [Chorus]