Snoop Dogg Doggy Dogg World Lyrics

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We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this ************ and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all *****s know who I am y'all *****s tearing up ****
But we got something old, and something new for y'all tonight
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearing ************s trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my ***** Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these *****s is so deceptive
Using my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's going on
It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
And quit trying to spit at my **********ing hoes
Seaking of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and I'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my **********ing paws
Y'alls, *****s, better recognize
And see where I'm coming from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why

[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

[Kurupt]
Well if you give me ten *****es then I'll **** all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packing flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk **** and I'm dumping
I had your whole ****ing block bumping
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this ***** 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 ****ing menace, using hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and popping
All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping
I want to see some panties dropping
I'm coming 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 dishing out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catching slugs
And I smoke weed for the **** of it
Ruff and rugged ****, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory 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 sticking and moving
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head hunting
Hit the button, and light **** up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a verbal ***assin
Murdering with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you ****ing with a hog
You can't do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog

[Chorus]

[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 ****)

Diggity Daz out of the **********ing 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 ****
Till I die I'm still screaming that (*****es ain't ****)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the gangster ****
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-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 **** 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]


Written by: Richard Fields, Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Ricardo Antoine Brown, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Belinda Kaye Wilson
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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