Verse One:
*static*
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we
be the motherfuckin G Funk family
Now, I`ll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound`s the game
If it ain`t one thing it`s a motherfuckin nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn`t wait to get loose
Cuz back in the days, on the side where it`s at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don`t make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can`t none of y`all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg
Cuz I`m one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I`m kickin this
Chorus: (repeat 2X)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
Verse Two: Snoop
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes cuz you can`t see me
I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I`m shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I`m fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry
Check this out, it`s a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
Chorus
Verse Three: Malik
Now just back up, don`t act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I`m in, I win, I can`t be beat
Don`t sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I`m out of sight so you can`t see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I`m satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come wicked
Don`t need no permisison, motherfucker I`ma kick it
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don`t stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
I`m strapped with my glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Chorus
