<i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i>

Can we get a motherfuckin' moment of silence

For the small chronic break?

A-hah, niggas be brown-nosin' these hoes and shit

Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes

Know what I'm sayin'?

I treat a bitch like 7-Up — I never have, I never will

I tell a bitch like this:

"Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Blue Notes

You'll never go platinum!"

Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga

<i>[Taa Dow:]</i>

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West

I own this motherfucker, and my name is Taa-Dow

Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit

But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight

Put yo' hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg

The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

<i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i>

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go

I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow

But it ain't no thang, 'cause, see, my nigga Coolio

Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'

You know, some of these niggas is so deceptive

Usin' my styles like a contraceptive

I hope you get burnt, seems you haven't learnt

It's the knick-knack, paddywhack, I still got the biggest 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 wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in O-zones

Known for the break up, so take off your clothes

And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes

Speakin' 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 motherfuckin' paws

Y'alls niggas better recognize (Uh-huh)

And see where I'm comin' from — it's still Eastside 'til I die

Why ask why?

As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-double G, Y

<i>[The Dramatics &amp; Nancy Fletcher:]</i>

It's a crazy, mixed-up world

It's a Doggy Dogg World

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>

Well, if you give me ten bitches, then I'll fuck all ten

See my homie Snoop Dogg sippin' juice and gin

Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip to get papers

Styles vary, packin' flavor like Lifesavers

Ain't that somethin'? Talk shit and I'm dumpin'

I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin'

Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China

You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya

So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through

One-two, three — you can't see me

I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics

A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets

It's on again, it's on and poppin'

All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin'

I wanna see some panties droppin'

I'm comin' from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton

(All I ever did was just use that ho

Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)

I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsettin' like bad news

Cut off khakis, French braids, and house shoes

Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin' slugs

And I smoke weed for the fuck of it

Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanatory 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 stickin' and movin'

Prepare for a war, it's on

I'm head huntin', hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn

Peep the massacre from a verbal assassin

Murderin' with rhymes packin' TEC-9s for some action

You really don't know, do you? You fuckin' with a hog

You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog

<i>[The Dramatics &amp; Nancy Fletcher:]</i>

It's a crazy, mixed-up world

It's a Doggy Dogg World

<i>[Dat Nigga Daz:]</i>

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (All night long)

Uh-huh, 'til when? ('Til the early morn')

It don't stop, and uh... it don't quit for the...

Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dope shit

Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' 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 the fat dick

'Til I die, I'm still screamin' out ("Bitches ain't shit!")

Now, I'm the mack daddy, had he

Not known about the city where I'm from, dum-diddy-dum

As you groove to the gangster shit

The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique

Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangster funk

I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want

So I blaze up the chronic so I can get high

I promise I'll smoke chronic 'til the day that I die

<i>[The Dramatics &amp; Nancy Fletcher:]</i>

It's a Doggy Dogg World