Intro: (*distressed latino woman*)



The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off.

I said "oh my god! they want to eat my husband



Verse 1:



I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner

Had a hard day at the studio, i was gettin thinner

My nigga sparky-o was playin basketball

And my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my doggz

Dirty ???? gets cream, it's a good scheme

But you know it's all a part of the corleone team

I squabble...friday cos that's what i do

Dogg pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew

But you didn't, you think i'm kiddin nigga, my doggz scrap

They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back

Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey nate

He gotta pit named tiny mobbin behind him

Now they've got michael corleone

Oh, kurupt he got lonely the psycho assassin

He likes to smash on, uhh

And ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on

Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em

And when it's time all my doggz'll bite your momma

We leave you niggas on stuck in paws

And i'ma dedicate this one to my doggz

Remember that pit, the one i had named petey

Uhh, she got killed so i didn't need him

Uhh, it's like that, what about sweetie?

He got killed too (damn) so i didn't need him

It's a cold thang but it's a cold game

But when you wit a corleone name it's a cold thang

Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down

Cos if you don't then you can't represent the pound

Now it's like a sport

And if i get caught i'm right back in court

So i gots ta keep it on the dl and don't yeezell

But you know i gots tha pitbulls for seezell

So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick

Cos i'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs

Ask my little homey technique

I 'came scarface, corleone killers, baby boy og

The homey tray deee i give him rock seat

But the rest of the pits they rollin wit me

We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in chino

Scrappy-du and the crew called the gambinos

Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick

Just last week y'know what? she bit the shit out of me

???? bitch is a trick, i had to get cold feet

To get the bitch up off me

And i can't tame her and i can't blame her

That's why i had to name her the top dogg gamer

Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all

But i got more love for my motherfuckin doggz

It's just....



Hook:



Me & my doggz (sick em), me & my doggz (sick em)

(beware, beware) me & my doggz



Verse 2:



Now when it comes to my doggz they stay fly like geese

But as for me i'm snoop dogg i'm soopafly like priest

I unleash my doggz then i tilt my brim

I'm bout to trip off locko cos he go taken my swim

I think cos my creamy low, get back to the pound

He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown

And when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2

And ain't a damn thang that your ass can do

I think it's cos he lost his big homey don killer see

Who ran the whole yard and gangbanged op

And leave your ass red and yeah half-head

He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg

Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear

Young gangsta fucked wit scrappy and red tore off his head

And all the kid do was cry like a bitch

His life was a pit and mine's in the shit



Hook:



(beware, beware)

(sick em) it's just me & my doggz

I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard

Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard



Outro: (*reporter speaking over hook*)



....deadly serious in east los angeles and south central where people

Encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove


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