Various Artists - Just Doggin' lyrics

It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me Got scooped 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 sh**, I hit you hard as I can You talk sh** once but never again Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that a** So all my doggs pack the back, laced his a** 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 n***a Nate Dogg Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball Yo, saw y'all motherf**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 n***a named Dr. Dre He was a baller from the motherf**ing CPT(a baller from the CPT) He hooked up with the n***as from the LBC And now they f**in up the whole rap industry Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat n***a Daz An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right) But this is just a dove sack of dope So till yo a** dopes this mo Now, you can't see my mothaf**in homies from the CPT And you can't see my mothaf**in doggs from the LBC Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, n***a Remember, I'm murderin n***as as a hobby Bodies get battered for f**in with the best dogg dump With the tech-n-terror to f**in chest start Do I give a f** (hell no) I'm a locc n***a Who you tryin to provoke(n***a) step up, get smoked n***a Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin n***as talk sh** I won't write and start dumpin Uh, who play the role like the G's Punk a** middle f**in mark n***as, please Murder in the first degree I step with a tech, burst and flee You'll find none worst than me See, motherf**ers murdered and mangled, strangled Our b**hes like a bangled Take ya from a whole different angle b**hes, 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 n***a 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 b**h After we finish diggin Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no sh** From the busta a** n***as, Bell it out sh** 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 n***a to come bust a dogg rhyme So motherf**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 bu*ta 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