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    "Doggy Dogg World" Lyrics

    DJ Melo-Mix feat. Snoop Dogg

    We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
    I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
    Y'all niggas know who I am y'all niggas tearing up shit
    But we got something old, and something new for y'all tonight
    Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
    The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

    [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
    It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
    I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
    But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga Coolio
    Put me up on the game when I step through the do'

    Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive
    Using my styles like a contraceptive
    I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt
    It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
    So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (why?)
    Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
    Tell me what's going on
    It make me want to holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones
    Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
    And quit trying to spit at my motherfucking hoes
    Seaking of hoes, I'll get to the point
    You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint
    You'se a flea and I'm the big Dogg
    I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfucking paws
    Y'alls, niggas, better recognize
    And see where I'm coming from it's still East Side till I die
    Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-why

    It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
    It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
    The Dogg's World

    Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
    See my homey Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin
    Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
    Styles vary, packing flavor like Life Savors
    Ain't that something, talk shit and I'm dumping
    I had your whole fucking block bumping
    Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
    Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
    So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
    One-two, three, you can't see me
    I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
    A fucking menace, using hoes like tennis rackets

    It's on again, it's on and popping
    All I see is green, so there ain't no stopping
    I want to see some panties dropping
    I'm coming from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
    (All I ever did was just use that hoe
    Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
    I'm dishing out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
    Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
    Kurupt, the name's often marked for catching slugs
    And I smoke weed for the fuck of it
    Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
    But it's mandatory that I kick it
    Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
    Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be sticking and moving
    Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head hunting
    Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
    Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin
    Murdering with rhymes packing Tec-9's for some action
    You really don't know, do you, you fucking with a hog
    You can't do me, I'm going out looney like O-Dog


    Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
    Tell when (till the early morn)
    It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
    The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

    Diggity Daz out of the motherfucking cut once mo'
    So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
    I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
    Till I die I'm still screaming that (bitches ain't shit)
    Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
    The city where I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
    As you groove to the gangster shit
    The D-O-Double-G the P-O-you-N-D, the gangsta clique
    Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
    I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
    So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
    I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

    This song was submitted on October 5th, 2016 and last modified on October 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Richard Fields, Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Ricardo Antoine Brown, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Belinda Kaye Wilson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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