Verse One: Kurupt



Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]

Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna

grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!



Chorus: repeat 2X



So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit

Like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air



Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt



Now on a one, two, three who could it be

Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three

So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there

wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground

Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe

with the beat flossin off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap

in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up

Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs

who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs

(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball



I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this

Now how many bitches must get dick?

Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day

Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre

Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass-aca