2001

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all... It's structures to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledge I'm a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiends I hope things get better for you cos I'ma make things get better for me and keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea We ride at high tide, the East is my side I'ma tell you 'long as my voice is recordable That plan you got ain't gonna work you better audible Oh yes I'm fresh and like spy from existence Wit persistence I perceive to supply you wit what you need, no room for greed Better go around and when it come to you don't bite off more than you can chew Respect the game and the game will respect you back Game is life, life is struggle without the coastal juggle So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal (Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?) or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces and put it back together and remain tougher than leather As for me I'm tryin to keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Teatlet?, hold em, shake em, roll Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls Pound puts it down all around the world But let's pick up the litter, LB young nigga I need solar on my Dogg nall, I bark when it get dark Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what? On the microphone I bury the bone Always, strays try to follow me home Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin doo-doo I'm steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe See I'm smashin full-breaded wit no leash When I mob, make marks across the street See I'm vicious like hell, got em waggin they tail for the bow-wow LBC style Hit you like the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper On the receiver, go get it like a retriever I want em close enough so I can lock on em wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on em Check this out here man, I lick em, sick em Man's bestfriend, I hit you for ten, uhh Fleas can't seize my pack, what what's my name? Major trick we're hittin licks like a doberman gang Y'done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppy Run a cat up a tree, nigga it's DPG All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver We'd out, Dp'd out, GC'd out Oh, did you not know Snoop wit the .44 knockin at'cha door We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses Knockin niggas llike cash is, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin It's like in a action cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin Bustin, no need for discussion We don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust close enough to touch then rush Clean and radical and get clutch The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone for the D-O-double G (with the solid gold rhyme) Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all