歌曲 | Just Doggin' |
歌手 | Tha Dogg Pound |
专辑 | 2002 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale | |
It's just another day in the hood for | |
Kurupt, yeah, that's me | |
Got schooled by | |
Snoop in a black | |
Cherokee Daz in the back, | |
Warren G. in the front | |
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup | |
Back up I stack up the weed | |
Tha Pound and the | |
Row is my only friends | |
If you talk shit, | |
I hit you hard as | |
I can You talk shit once but never again | |
Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass | |
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass | |
To the fullest feeling | |
I'm feelin you never could feel | |
While your mind is comin where your body is chill | |
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga | |
Nate Dogg | |
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball | |
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs | |
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs | |
It's like one to the two, two to the three | |
K to the U- | |
R-U-P-T In fact, | |
I steps with a tech in the back | |
In the hood, ain't got no love, so | |
I packs a strap | |
And I once knew a nigga named | |
Dr. Dre He was a baller from the motherfucking | |
CPT(a baller from the CPT) | |
He hooked up with the niggas from the | |
LBC And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry | |
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call | |
Dat Nigga | |
Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the | |
Eastside(right) | |
But this is just a dove sack of dope | |
So till yo ass dopes this mo | |
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the | |
CPT And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the | |
LBC Check this flow, | |
Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga | |
Remember, | |
I'm murderin niggas as a hobby | |
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump | |
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start | |
Do I give a fuck (hell no) | |
I'm a locc nigga | |
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga | |
Get the strap in the back | |
I'm rollin and a bumpin | |
Niggas talk shit | |
I won't write and start dumpin | |
Uh, who play the role like the | |
G's Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please | |
Murder in the first degree | |
I step with a tech, burst and flee | |
You'll find none worst than me | |
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled | |
Our bitches like a bangled | |
Take ya from a whole different angle | |
Bitches, I'm never sympin, | |
You'll see me pimpin | |
I step the clip in, bust a cap | |
Watch them fall flat on they back | |
Like this and like that from an automatic strap | |
So for tryin the techno | |
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock | |
And it just don't stop | |
I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me | |
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me | |
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur) | |
Oh, so I'm headed out the door | |
Now as I roll with | |
Kurupt and my cousin | |
Eastwood On a mission up to no good | |
We don't love you bitch | |
After we finish diggin | |
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit | |
From the busta ass niggas, | |
Bell it out shit | |
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face | |
See I ain't no fzzzake, | |
I take you to the next stzzzage | |
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice | |
Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time | |
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme | |
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air | |
And get your proper groove on like you don't care | |
See I don't love them hoes | |
I like a butta nose | |
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows | |
And so How, | |
I thought you knew, but now you know | |
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin | |
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin |
zuo ci : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale | |
It' s just another day in the hood for | |
Kurupt, yeah, that' s me | |
Got schooled by | |
Snoop in a black | |
Cherokee Daz in the back, | |
Warren G. in the front | |
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup | |
Back up I stack up the weed | |
Tha Pound and the | |
Row is my only friends | |
If you talk shit, | |
I hit you hard as | |
I can You talk shit once but never again | |
Well, I' m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass | |
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass | |
To the fullest feeling | |
I' m feelin you never could feel | |
While your mind is comin where your body is chill | |
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga | |
Nate Dogg | |
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball | |
Yo, saw y' all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs | |
Wanna be like doggs, but can' t compare to doggs | |
It' s like one to the two, two to the three | |
K to the U | |
RUPT In fact, | |
I steps with a tech in the back | |
In the hood, ain' t got no love, so | |
I packs a strap | |
And I once knew a nigga named | |
Dr. Dre He was a baller from the motherfucking | |
CPT a baller from the CPT | |
He hooked up with the niggas from the | |
LBC And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry | |
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call | |
Dat Nigga | |
Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the | |
Eastside right | |
But this is just a dove sack of dope | |
So till yo ass dopes this mo | |
Now, you can' t see my mothafuckin homies from the | |
CPT And you can' t see my mothafuckin doggs from the | |
LBC Check this flow, | |
Hoover ain' t the word to describe me, nigga | |
Remember, | |
I' m murderin niggas as a hobby | |
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump | |
With the technterror to fuckin chest start | |
Do I give a fuck hell no | |
I' m a locc nigga | |
Who you tryin to provoke nigga step up, get smoked nigga | |
Get the strap in the back | |
I' m rollin and a bumpin | |
Niggas talk shit | |
I won' t write and start dumpin | |
Uh, who play the role like the | |
G' s Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please | |
Murder in the first degree | |
I step with a tech, burst and flee | |
You' ll find none worst than me | |
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled | |
Our bitches like a bangled | |
Take ya from a whole different angle | |
Bitches, I' m never sympin, | |
You' ll see me pimpin | |
I step the clip in, bust a cap | |
Watch them fall flat on they back | |
Like this and like that from an automatic strap | |
So for tryin the techno | |
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock | |
And it just don' t stop | |
I check every nigga known that' s tryin to check me | |
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me | |
I' m off to the sto re to get me a fo ur | |
Oh, so I' m headed out the door | |
Now as I roll with | |
Kurupt and my cousin | |
Eastwood On a mission up to no good | |
We don' t love you bitch | |
After we finish diggin | |
Tha Pound' s about that dollar and takin no shit | |
From the busta ass niggas, | |
Bell it out shit | |
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face | |
See I ain' t no fzzzake, | |
I take you to the next stzzzage | |
One time can' t trzzzace, now why you punk twice | |
Now, you' ve been sleeping on the desk for a long time | |
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme | |
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air | |
And get your proper groove on like you don' t care | |
See I don' t love them hoes | |
I like a butta nose | |
Keep my mind on my money, that' s just how my money flows | |
And so How, | |
I thought you knew, but now you know | |
Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin | |
Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin |
zuò cí : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale | |
It' s just another day in the hood for | |
Kurupt, yeah, that' s me | |
Got schooled by | |
Snoop in a black | |
Cherokee Daz in the back, | |
Warren G. in the front | |
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup | |
Back up I stack up the weed | |
Tha Pound and the | |
Row is my only friends | |
If you talk shit, | |
I hit you hard as | |
I can You talk shit once but never again | |
Well, I' m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass | |
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass | |
To the fullest feeling | |
I' m feelin you never could feel | |
While your mind is comin where your body is chill | |
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga | |
Nate Dogg | |
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball | |
Yo, saw y' all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs | |
Wanna be like doggs, but can' t compare to doggs | |
It' s like one to the two, two to the three | |
K to the U | |
RUPT In fact, | |
I steps with a tech in the back | |
In the hood, ain' t got no love, so | |
I packs a strap | |
And I once knew a nigga named | |
Dr. Dre He was a baller from the motherfucking | |
CPT a baller from the CPT | |
He hooked up with the niggas from the | |
LBC And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry | |
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call | |
Dat Nigga | |
Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the | |
Eastside right | |
But this is just a dove sack of dope | |
So till yo ass dopes this mo | |
Now, you can' t see my mothafuckin homies from the | |
CPT And you can' t see my mothafuckin doggs from the | |
LBC Check this flow, | |
Hoover ain' t the word to describe me, nigga | |
Remember, | |
I' m murderin niggas as a hobby | |
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump | |
With the technterror to fuckin chest start | |
Do I give a fuck hell no | |
I' m a locc nigga | |
Who you tryin to provoke nigga step up, get smoked nigga | |
Get the strap in the back | |
I' m rollin and a bumpin | |
Niggas talk shit | |
I won' t write and start dumpin | |
Uh, who play the role like the | |
G' s Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please | |
Murder in the first degree | |
I step with a tech, burst and flee | |
You' ll find none worst than me | |
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled | |
Our bitches like a bangled | |
Take ya from a whole different angle | |
Bitches, I' m never sympin, | |
You' ll see me pimpin | |
I step the clip in, bust a cap | |
Watch them fall flat on they back | |
Like this and like that from an automatic strap | |
So for tryin the techno | |
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock | |
And it just don' t stop | |
I check every nigga known that' s tryin to check me | |
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me | |
I' m off to the sto re to get me a fo ur | |
Oh, so I' m headed out the door | |
Now as I roll with | |
Kurupt and my cousin | |
Eastwood On a mission up to no good | |
We don' t love you bitch | |
After we finish diggin | |
Tha Pound' s about that dollar and takin no shit | |
From the busta ass niggas, | |
Bell it out shit | |
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face | |
See I ain' t no fzzzake, | |
I take you to the next stzzzage | |
One time can' t trzzzace, now why you punk twice | |
Now, you' ve been sleeping on the desk for a long time | |
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme | |
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air | |
And get your proper groove on like you don' t care | |
See I don' t love them hoes | |
I like a butta nose | |
Keep my mind on my money, that' s just how my money flows | |
And so How, | |
I thought you knew, but now you know | |
Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin | |
Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
Just Doggin |