Dogg PoundDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East SideDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East SideDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East SideWhatever, whateverFor all my homies with the eight tray wigsAnd all the playas in the `79 CoupesFor all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin` `68This one`s from me to youNot the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder DoggI keep it crackin` while I`m stackin` in this game called rappin`Now, I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beatAnd every time you see me on the streets, I gots some heatHell, yeah, then pass the beatAnd everybody wanna know what`s up with me and Master PFor your concern, you knew there want no gimmickWhen I got into some gangsta shit and told you want No LimitTo the thangs I`m gon` do, now it`s really goin` down with the DPGCWell, Daz did the beat and Kurupt got the heatAnd Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keysIt get no realer than thisFrom the LB to the Down South, add more killers to thisEntourage, South, West, oh yes, we in chargeAnd we`ll pull your cards, no disrespect or disregardsLife in the big LB is gettin` hard, so my squad gon` mob and drop bombsBring me along, we causin` everybody harmI make ya scream, I make ya shoutC`mon, all you partyin` people, let me turn ya out`Cuz you know I`m all about, the hoes, money and cloutAnd I rock a Long Beach City all the way down SouthI make ya scream, I make ya shoutC`mon, all you partyin` people, let me turn ya out`Cuz you know I`m all about, the hoes, money and cloutAnd I rock a Long Beach City all the way down SouthCan you feel me? I can dig itHoes, take me to the bridgeSnoop Dogg, Snoop DoggSnoop Dogg, Snoop DoggSnoop Dogg, Snoop DoggSnoop Dogg, Snoop DoggWhether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripeI`m a G for G and nuttin` else for lifeYou can bet your bottom biscuitYou get twisted if you dwellin` in my felon intuitionTha Doggfather is a household nameFrom basketball to alcohol, everybody love the DoggI`m sure Billy King, probably got a Doggystyle tapeSomewhere hidden in his briefcaseNewsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazinesDope fiends, prom queens, we too cleanTake a look, you ain`t ever seenOne hip hop rap star drop this West Coast rap-cordBack to the spot up topWest Hills for real, give it up to himA who bang with diamondTake a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezyWith blue Colion playin` in the backgroundOn and on, behind line with big styleHitting P, LIG, tell him let it goGame strong, no longer in the rollJust a few names from the respected filesLBC styles, DPG aleI bought a house with a lake in the backMy big home stack just like thatI make ya scream, I make ya shoutC`mon, all you partyin` people, let me turn ya out`Cuz you know I`m all about, the hoes, money and cloutAnd I rock a Long Beach City all the way down SouthI make ya scream, I make ya shoutC`mon, all you partyin` people, let me turn ya out`Cuz you know I`m all about, the hoes, money and clout