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Tha Dogg Pound - Respect
Snoop Dogg
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I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you
Huh, yeah
I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you
Uh, yeah
I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you
Huh, yeah
I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you
Huh, you can't see me, huh
Back up in that ass once again
With some of That Nigga Daz, shit
Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk
Some of that gangsta funk
Some of that ghetto funk
Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)
Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house
Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?
(What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)
I don't know why we got to kill each other
('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)
Now, as a child I was raised in the church
Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?
I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)
I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93
Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible
And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)
As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride
On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die
Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?
(Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct
What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?
For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining
'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found
Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town
Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to
Can you comprehend or adapt to?
Respect to the Death Row Inmates
Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face
This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
Free Dogg Pound territory
That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery
Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality
Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way
(D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)
Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)
Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast
The rate of success is elevatin' too fast
Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn
With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)
Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)
Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'
Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy
Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)
Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes
Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise
The Pound - we roll thick like one-time
And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)
All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed
And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit
(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)
Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit
Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?
A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!
In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash
Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
Anybody killer, do or die if I have to
All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to
I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law
Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far
From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt
Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth
Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace
Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die
We don't have to stoop low
We don't have to stoop low
We don't have to stoop to your level
But when they see we comin', Lord
Now, when they see we comin', Lord
Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble
'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun
And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible
So don't fuck, you better be respectable
The nine millimeter, is really dreadable
Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild
Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile
Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile
They form the picture of the gangsta styler
And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound
And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild
Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile
Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile
The sexy girls they love the doggy style
And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild
And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!
Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah
'Cause we no respect no guys
'Cause guys take orders and shit
We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)
Respect to the crew
Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)
Eazy! Yeah!
West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)
Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse
Lord! (Lord!)
'Nough respect ('nough respect)
Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence
Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)
Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'
No faggot come here actin' like this
Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)
Yes star, Ital, you're large
Big up Daz and the crew
Snoop Dogg, big up, every time
Eazy!
Dr. Dre and the posse
Yeah
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