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Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson
Ain`t no funk, it`s funky, it`s Doggystyle (Ain`t it funky nuff?) (Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww) (*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*) *repeat*
Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I`m ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you`re bumpin your sounds It`s the zoo and the Pound we don`t fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC`s get wacked but now I`m back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit wit G`s, Muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons I`m not that BG poppin all that junk about "I`ll fuck you up", he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day illustration beat conversation
Chorus
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been workin on ya new album for two years strong and still can`t come up with the right song You know what they say:`Study long, study long` All aboard the train so come along cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone It`s alright ain`t no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans that`s crazy like DeNiro I`m international money maker, player hater shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler at a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and can`t get on the mic
Chorus x1 1/2
Verse 3: Snoop Dogg
Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes Of course it don`t stop bein a Westside ridah Wit no tattoo that`s how they got the clue I lay conversation on wax and CD`s BG`s and o-riginals, here come the mission Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, nigga that`s the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like it`s laced but it ain`t This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
Chorus x1 1/2
Outro:
Shucks (Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) (Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww) *repeat*
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