Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson
Ain`t no funk, it`s funky, it`s Doggystyle (Ain`t it funky nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)
(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)
*repeat*
Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I`m ditchin you clutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you`re bumpin your sounds
It`s the zoo and the Pound we don`t fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC
I slid up out the game and MC`s get wacked
but now I`m back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap
Watch your head, I break wit
wit G`s, Muslims, hardheads and dreds
Bounce, rock while rollerskatin
on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons
I`m not that BG poppin all that junk
about I`ll fuck you up, he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day illustration beat conversation
Chorus
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond
Been workin on ya new album for two years strong
and still can`t come up with the right song
You know what they say:`Study long, study long`
All aboard the train so come along
cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
It`s alright ain`t no room for wrong
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that`s crazy like DeNiro
I`m international money maker, player hater
shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler
at a player though cos players know the real from the fake
You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
I give you people what you like
What I look like in jail and can`t get on the mic
Chorus x1 1/2
Verse 3: Snoop Dogg
Killin up crews, give em the real street blues
Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
Of course it don`t stop bein a Westside ridah
Wit no tattoo that`s how they got the clue
I lay conversation on wax and CD`s
BG`s and o-riginals, here come the mission
Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season
Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh
I represent the LBC-ment
Windows tint, nigga that`s the president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate
It taste like it`s laced but it ain`t
This one puff uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
Chorus x1 1/2
Outro:
Shucks
(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)
*repeat*
