Doggy Dogg World Lyrics - The Dramatics

Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence 

For the small chronic break? 

A-hah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit 

Taking bitches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes 

Know what I'm saying? 

I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have I never will 

I tell a bitch like this: 

"Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes 

You'll never go platinum!" 

Hey Daz, give me a light nigga 

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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 tearin' up shit 

But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight 

Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg 

The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics 

It's like everywhere I lizzook 

And everywhere I go 

I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow 

But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio 

Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door 

Some of these niggas is so deceptive 

Using my styles like a contraceptive 

I hope you get burnt 

Seems you haven't learnt 

It's the knick-knack, patty-whack 

I still got the biggest sack! 

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So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back 

Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up 

Now, tell me, what's going on? 

It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones 

Known for break off, shake off, now take off your 

Clothes, and quit trying to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes! 

Speaking 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 motherfuckin' paws 

Y'alls niggas better recognize 

And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside 

Til I die. Why ask why? 

As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y 

It's a crazy, mixed-up world 

It's a Doggy Dogg World 

Well if you give me 10 bitches then I'll fuck all 10 

Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin 

Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers 

Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers 

Ain't that something? 

Talk shit and I'm dumping 

I had the fuckin' whole block bumpin' 

Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China 

You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya 

So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through 

1, 2, 3: you can't see me 

I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics 

A fuckin' 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 wanna 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 ho 

Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) 

I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news 

Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes 

Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs 

And I smoke weed for the fuck of it 

Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanatory 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 stickin and movin 

Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin 

Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn 

Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin 

Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action 

You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog 

You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog 

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) 

Til when? (Til the early morn') 

And it don't stop, and it don't quit 

For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough 

Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once more 

So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow 

I flip-flop and serve hows with a fat dick 

Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "bitches ain't shit!" 

Now I'm the mack daddy, had he not known about 

The city where I'm from: Dum diddy dum 

As you groove to the gangster shit 

The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D 

The gangster clique 

Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk 

I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want 

Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high 

I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die