f Tha Dogg Pound, Lil' Style, Young Swoop

From Murder Was The Case soundtrack



(Lil' Style)



Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)

Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)

Dippin thru the alley I made my escape

Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape

Man with no music but happy he's free

Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street

I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand

Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand

I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC

Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity

But just livin in big city is a serious task

Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask



(Snoop Doggy Dogg)



We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick

How does it feel to see a G from your clique?

Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)

Last night's dice game got my win on

About a G and a half is what I come with

but twenty five G's is what I left with

*?Teatley?* was the word I heard

I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone

Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas

I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie

Seven-four-four-tre back to back

I sent two fools back to their lizzack



(Kurupt)



See now I'm off to the graveyard shift

and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip

But I chill cos my ho might call

Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall

And I takes a quick walk up the block

with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop

on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin

That's where a nigga'll be slangin

I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ain't me

so I put my