Verse One:



*static*

Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump

Pump Pump



Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we

be the motherfuckin G Funk family

Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game

Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game

If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother

Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother

Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce

When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose

Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at

A nigga had to have a fat stack

And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go

rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall

Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg

Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness

So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this



Chorus: (repeat 2X)



Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)



Verse Two: Snoop



Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon

And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room

With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk

Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...

I come down with the wickedness

One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)

Close your eyes cuz you can't see me

I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.

I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi

Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody

When, then, send, some gin

And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin

In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three

I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry

Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang

You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?

(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)

The behavior and the flavor that I found

Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound



Chorus



Verse Three: Malik



Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat

Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat

Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique

I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the

MC of the year, you hear and you fear

i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear

I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride

I'm satisfied now everything is really alright

You know when I come nigga I come wicked

Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it

Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit

Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop

Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks

Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock

I'm strapped with my glock on your block

And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot



Chorus