Just Doggin' (feat. Nate Dogg) Lyrics

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 cupBack up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can
You talk shit once but never againWell, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin' you never could feel
While your mind is comin' where your body is chillAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', not saggin', but havin' a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggsIt'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 strapAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT
(A baller from the CPT)

He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industryWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call dat nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin' it down for the Eastside
(Right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope, so till yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin' homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin' doggs from the LBCCheck this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin' niggas as a hobby
Bodies get battered for fuckin' with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin' chest startDo I give a fuck, I'm a locc nigga
(Hell no)
Who you tryin' to provoke step up, get smoked nigga
(Nigga)
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin' and a bumpin'
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin'Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk ass middle fuckin' mark niggas, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and fleeYou'll find none worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our bitches like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angleBitches, 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 strapSo for tryin the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just don't stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin' to check meI wreck microphones verbally
Respect me
I'm off to the store to get me a four
Oh, so I'm headed out the doorNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good, we don't love you bitch
After we finish diggin'
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin' no shitFrom the busta ass niggas, bell it out shit
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fake, I take you to the next stage
One time can't trace, now why you punk twiceNow, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't careSee 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 knowDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe
Just doggin'
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe
Just doggin'