Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo yo, let's do this shit

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"

You's a punk-ass nigga

Yo, yeah

Yo, Death Row's in the motherfucking house

Wrecking shit you know what I'm saying

This is Dr. Dre in the motherfucking house

Yo, I got my homeboys in the house

Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck some shit

Yo, you know what else I got in the house?

Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass

Yeah, guess what's in here?

My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage

Yeah, the lyrical motherfucking murderer's in here

Yo my nigga Glove behind the boards

Yo dropping that funky-ass bass line, yeah

You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass niggas out there

A lot of punk-ass bitches out there

Yo you wanna write names?

Yo that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though

Yo that nigga Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass bitch, bitch

You know what I'm saying

Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, bitch

Really though

Yo, Death Row's in the motherfucking house

Running the 9-3, you know, yeah

But right about now

There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio

We just kicking back getting fucked up and all

You know, puffing on a few blunts

Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray

Yeah Tanqueray's definitely in the house

You know what I'm saying

Cause I'm feeling it baby

I'm feeling it, really though

So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage

Yo Rage, yo run that shit G

Always and forever, forever and always

The rhythm will flow from now and through all days

As long as the sun shines

As long as Eisenhower's on the dime

Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme

One time for your mind, your soul, your body

The OG's on the side of me

Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi

Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking

Hens that are cackling, end up crackling

Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer

Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed-y

Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti

Voice of the wind lyrics, blow

Chills up your spine I send, so

All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo

You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door

If you try to step, try to come incorrect

Try to play the left, try to start a mess

Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus

Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust

A buster, you must've been bugging on drugs

And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall

Spread 'em, Doggs – go get 'em

Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shut 'em, don't let 'em

Utter a word, not to mother or Herb

If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred

Served with a cherry on top

Rage in effect I just begun to rock

Yeah rock on with your bad self (Rage)

Rock on with your bad self (Rage)

Rock on with your bad self (Rage)

Rock on with your bad self

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug

A true nigga from the hood and the Pound gives love

You see niggas wanna be down but never came around

So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound

You see, niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3

Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z

Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy

In a Caddy, had he

Not known about the city where the niggas hang around

So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with the motherfucking Dogg Pound

I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt

I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm putting in work

I'm no joke, who the fuck you trying to provoke

(1-8-7) It's cold how his ass got smoked

I don't drink no fucking V-S-O-P

I drink a motherfucking O.G. Olde E

I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangster shit bitch

Real niggas real Gs with real big dicks

I hit 'em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up

Claiming you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up

Know what, the Pound's in the motherfucking house

Back again we try to get high as we can

Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit

I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice

Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter before I keep you

Hostage, a nigga hostile like the grim reaper

So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood

You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew

Motherfucker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row

I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow

I'm mashing, motherfuckers get murdered for asking

Relax kid, you're rolling with a fucking assassin

I last did dirt the other day

Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G

P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow bow motherfucking marks

The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked

I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead

Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead

What's said is what's said, it's already spoke

The dead is the dead I ain't no fucking joke

I murder motherfuckers as a hobby

One of my idols ain't no joke, so why in the fuck should I be

Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, dramas

What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm 'a

Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you

You're looking like a smoker, grinning like the joker

I yoke you from the back like a bitch talking shit

Cause a bitch ain't shit but a ho and trick, on my dick

Flip, let's take a trip to the Dogg Pound

Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now

And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9

Ready to put something up in that ass so you respect mine

Fool, Death Row ain't lynching and the Pound ain't mobbing

We all don't give a fuck, run in your crib and start robbing

Throbbing, I'll break a nigga down in the 90s

Maxing at the Pound with my dogs is where you'll find me, bitch

Hell yeah

You niggas can't fade this shit, you know what I'm saying

Death Row's in the motherfucking house

The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, you know what I'm saying

And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you niggas can't fuck with this

So don't even try it

Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want

Cause you can't fuck with this, see ya