(feat. Kurupt, Daz, Rage)    [Verse One: Kurupt]    Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga  See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga  Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)  Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)  So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet  The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet  Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna  grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!    [Chorus: repeat 2X]    So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches  Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air  And if you don't give a shit  Like we don't give a shit   Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air    [Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt]     Now on a one, two, three who could it be  Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three  So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up  And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up  Now can't nobody see me here or there  wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground  Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe  with the beat flossin off gold D's  And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean  And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap  in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up  Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs  who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs  (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all  Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball    I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this  Now how many bitches must get dick?  Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day  Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre  Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half  Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass    [Chorus]    [Verse Three: Kurupt]     You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick  So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick  The kinpin of the clique, top notch  17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop  The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve  the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest  I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we  Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy  Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac  (plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks  Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt  Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up  Slow your roll, like your legs was broken  Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?  Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe  Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row  Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it  They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin  [Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah  [Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]  (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich  (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)  [Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]  Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques    [Chorus]    [Verse Four: Rage]    Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown  Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down  And that's 175 pounds of beed  beatin yo' ass down to the concrete  Fool, act like ya know  I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so  What's a girl to do  Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?    [Snoop]   Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care  [Dogg Pound]   Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga  [Snoop]   About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch  [Dogg Pound]   Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga  [Snoop]   That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my  [Dogg Pound]   Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga  [Snoop]   The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?  [Dogg Pound]   Real niggaz don't give a fuck    [Chorus]