* originally appeared on the "Sunset Park" soundtrack    It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup  Back up I stack up the weed  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can  You talk shit once but never again    Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel  While your mind is comin where your body is chill  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs    It's like one to the two, two to the three  K to the U-R-U-P-T  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap    And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry    Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)  But this is just a dove sack of dope  So till yo ass dopes this mo  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC    Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start   Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin  Uh, who play the role like the G's  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please  Murder in the first degree  I step with a tech, burst and flee  You'll find none worst than me  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled  Our bitches like a bangled   Take ya from a whole different angle  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin  I step the clip in, bust a cap   Watch them fall flat on they back  Like this and like that from an automatic strap  So for tryin the techno  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock   And it just don't stop  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)   Oh, so I'm headed out the door    Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood  On a mission up to no good  We don't love you bitch  After we finish diggin  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice    Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air  And get your proper groove on like you don't care    See I don't love them hoes  I like a butta nose  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows  And so  How, I thought you knew, but now you know    Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin