Chorus One/Intro:

It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot

Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute

(*##$es (*##$es... ^!$$%z ^!$$%z...

I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes
life so great, plus haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles

Catch me rollin all the $#&@ around with the top down
Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)
Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em

in The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams
There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes
I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)

Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first
The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped

The mental temptation, mental $$#assination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm deathdefying (*##$es lying sayin, 'I ain't cute'

Now she wants an autograph, (*##$, I ain't Snoop
I got everything you need from the weed to the dope !@%!e
Crack to amphetamines to speed

I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine
to leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen


Chorus Two:

These mother$#&@in (*##$es, they ain't %#@! to me

Every (*##$ that I know she wanna get with me
Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency
So drift with me, hit a spliff with me


(repeat)


Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope !@%!e to crack
Young Gotti entered the party from the back
Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve

on the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday
^!$$% try me, I light the indica and thai weed
Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be

Verbal homicide be ready to rupture
Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure
I make money, cause that's all I know how to make

That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes
I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)
Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots

They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already $$#ume
I live illegal, but they $$#umed too soon
I got a treat for every (*##$ on the street, I roll with beat

I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat
It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded
Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh

There's not a ^!$$% who can hold me, contain me
or tame me (with who?) with my $#&@in ^!$$% Mo Khomani
I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist

with tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards

Chorus One: 2X

Chorus Two: 2X

These mother$#&@in (*##$es...

These mother$#&@in ^!$$%z... fool...
Don't you know... say what, say what?
Who? Who?


Chorus One: 2X


Daz, in the house, yeah
My ^!$$% Kurupt, is in the house, yeah
Snoop Dogg, is in the house

And Dogg Pound for life, is in the mother$#&@in house
And Death Row, is in the house...