You ^!$$%z just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti

Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83

[Hook]

Put me on lockdown and sneak out back
And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack
Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy

Not while you listening to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP

But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give you 5 seconds


[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it

The album's done ^!$$%, Volume 1 ^!$$%
Tabasco sause all over the track
That ^!$$% Roscoe'll boss all over the track

He make the "Girls All Pause" yeah they open to that
Now who you know the flow talking about, approachin a mac?
Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat

I'm a top notch ^!$$%, hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get to the watch quicka
Not tryin to do it all, can't see Juvy hall

Too many booty calls my ^!$$%, duty calls
I'm used to ditching classes roamin through the halls


[Hook]
Put me on lockdown and sneak out back
And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack

Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy
Not while you listening to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me

Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give you 5 seconds


[Roscoe]
Ha ha! These young ^!$$%roes comin with sicka flows

Hit you with the figga 4, Rock Bottom
Me and my dogs gettin paper'd up
Rippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up from top to bottom

(Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we don't wear 'em
(What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got those bu we don't carry
(What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those, but we don't ever share 'em

We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash
Only in it temporary for cash
And stearin clear from the phonies, cus they scary to blast

But where were the mass murderin Young $$#assins murderin tracks
To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide

When we rob, when we ride, ^!$$% side
We oblide by the rules, ride by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew

You know how we do...

Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money and shake...

Oh 5 seconds

[Roscoe]

I'm breakin 'em off like the umbilicle cord
Takin 'em off the billboard
Chargin through at full force

And first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm hot to death
Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch
I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark

But don't never hit the fence at night when it gets dark
You better hope the pitbulls never get loose
CUs best believe we comin to get you %#@!zu

I'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin, it's pitiful
!@%(yze the situation, hypocritical
Sinical criminals, indispicable individuals

Supplyin the heat rock bumpin through yo digital
Whenever you dippin through the ghetto
Whippin the 6-2 Chevy, blowin heavy, goin 70
With one hand on the steering wheel tryin to hold it steady
Hittin the switch

Cus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this

And that's on the intro, so big, so big