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 %#@!, I hit you hard as I can
You talk %#@! once but never again


Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that $$#
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his $$#
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 ^!$$% Nate Dogg
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball

Yo, saw y'all mother$#&@ers 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 ^!$$% named Dr. Dre

He was a baller from the mother$#&@ing CPT(a baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with the ^!$$%s from the LBC
And now they $#&@in up the whole rap industry


Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat ^!$$% Daz
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)

But this is just a dove sack of dope
So till yo $$# dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my motha$#&@in homies from the CPT

And you can't see my motha$#&@in doggs from the LBC

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, ^!$$%

Remember, I'm murderin ^!$$%s as a hobby
Bodies get battered for $#&@in with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to $#&@in chest start

Do I give a $#&@ (hell no) I'm a locc ^!$$%
Who you tryin to provoke(^!$$%) step up, get smoked ^!$$%
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin

^!$$%s talk %#@! I won't write and start dumpin
Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk $$# middle $#&@in mark ^!$$%s, please

Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me

See, mother$#&@ers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our (*##$es like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle

(*##$es, 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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$

After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no %#@!
From the busta $$# ^!$$%s, Bell it out %#@!

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 ^!$$% to come bust a dogg rhyme

So mother$#&@ers 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