Letra de Dogg Pound 4 Life

[Intro/ Snoop & Daz]
Busta ass niggas, busta ass niggas
Lets ride on they ass
I be back in about 30 minutes
Long beach city, nigga!
Get your ass in the car nigga

[Daz]
We won,we won and than we shot that BB gun!
And they loss, and they loss now we took they shit now it's time to floss


[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck
I get's reck with a tech so cash in like checks, fool
I gots my own back & a strap
But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack
Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches
So bust this, we rush this punk ass nigga
I knew he was a fucking punk
So then I tapped Daz, go and pop the fucking truck
He steps back in with the Tech
And I'm all puffing on blunts
Ready to get recked
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck
And stuck the Tech out the window ready to let loose
Get some gin and juice and then tell Snoop to come scoop
Check me out, peep how all who withstand
Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand
Murder that's what I be yelling
I'm peeping your people now two fuckin hoods the villain
Whether I'm a see a G or a B.G
Sporting locs and a beenie trying to mad dog you can't see me
Now I can bust a cap and split em up
Or ready to get em up
What's up with that Dogg Pound
Like nigga then I hit em up
Now you know what's up with Kurupt, right
Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the Westside

[Bridge: Snoop]
Now this spots owned by the motherfucking D.O. double g
P.O.U.N.D. so I see no other choice
But to roll with the homicide
For all this drama make you and your Momma die

[Hook]
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga I just don't give a fuck
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga we just don't give a shit

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Now before I bail, as I raise up a few sags
Fresh the zig-zag rapped and grapped my cavy sack
Tote a strap in my lap because the fueds is on
One of these niggas got caught slipping
Now the Eastside's a war zone
Now, for the Old G's, the old G's, L.O.C.s
Selling Cavy on the spots, late nights
Who gives a fuck about another nigga, just Tha Pound for life
I got the beat, bangs, rocks on many blocks
Sellin' my nuts like crazy at the sales, never stop
I sow my paper stacking so I have to rush me a B and shit
I live the life that I live
Yeah, bust greatest of them all a hustler
I play my game like the gangster had no love from no buster
It musta been like the dream
I moved from Saggs to Queens, from Oz's to ki's
Now I'm known through the hood as the O.G
Never known no more cavy car, no B.G
I put this sag down, I put my bang down, I start to set trip why
Cause this is Dogg Pound
So now you know about that nigga D.A.Z., where you from
Eastside till I dizzie, L.B.C

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]

[Verse 3: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Bitch, meditate to my flow, as I mob down the 'Row
Yo, boy it's a G with the blast degree
187 ain't shit but a misdemeanor
I've seen a lot of niggas "come up" a few niggas "done up"
Some rest in peace with the Khakis that be trip for this
But it's the Eastside gunnin, a who-ride thang
If we bang to the boogie then we boogie to the bang
I bring you the mothafuckin' .38
Just get the emcee and my homey Nate
So we can ride, glide, dippin' and slide
As I take you on a trip, make a ride, Eastside

[Hook]

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
You're lying in hell
Where your homeboys dwell
There's no way to escape, there's no way you can escape
So rest in peace, bitch
Dogg Pound Gangsters