[Scratching by Daz Dillinger]    Dogg Pound  Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side  Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side  Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side    For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on)  And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on)  For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68  This ones from me to you (ride on)   Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg  I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin'  Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat  And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat  Hell, yeah, then pass the beat  And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P (ughh)  For your concern, you knew there wann't no gimmick  When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wann't No Limit  To the thangs I'm gon' do  Now it's really goin' down with the DPGC  Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat  And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo)  Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South  Add more killers to this entourage  South, West, oh, yes  We in charge and we'll pull your cards  No disrespect or disregards  Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so what)  So my squad gon' mob and drop bombs  Bring me along, we causin' everybody harm    [Chorus 2x:]  I make ya scream (ahhhhhh)  I make ya shout (ooooohhh)  C'mon all you partyin' people  Let me turn ya out  Cuz you know I'm all about  The hoes, money, and clout  And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy)  All the way down South    Can you feel me?  I can dig it  Hoes- Take me to the bridge    Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)  Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what)  Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)  Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg    Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe  I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life  You can bet your bottom biscuit  You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up)  Tha Doggfather is a household name  >From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg  I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape  Somewhere hidden in his briefcase  Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines  Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean  Take a look you ain't ever seen  One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord  Back to the spot up top  West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC)  A who bang with diamond  Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy  With blue Colion playin' in the backround  On the behind line with big style  Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go  Game strong, no longer in the roll  Just a few names from the respected files  LBC styles, DPG ale   I bought a house with a lake in the back  My big holey stack just like that    [Chorus:]