Me & My Doggz (Tear 'Em Off) Lyrics

The dog saw I'm, they tear, they, looked liked they try to tear him off
I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husbandI was sitting at the pound about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was getting thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was playing basketball
And my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggs
Dirty work gets cream, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble, Friday 'cause that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, thought you knew
But you didn't, you think I'm kidding nigga, my Doggs scrap
They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate
He gotta pit named Tiny mobbing behind him
Now they've got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He likes to smash on,
And ain't no need to reach for heat 'cause you can't get your blast on
Doggs we keep em, busters we sweep em

And when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in paws
And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
She got killed so I didn't need him
It's like that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him
It's a cold thang but it's a cold game
But when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thing
Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down
Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound
Now it's like a sport
And if I get caught I'm right back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
But you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick
Cause I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat
But the rest of the pits they rolling with me
We're laying low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-do and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick
Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
See now this bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet
To get the bitch up off me
And I can't tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz
It's just[Chorus]
Me and my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)
(Beware, beware) Me & my DoggzNow when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
But as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm supafly like Priest
I unleash my Doggs then I tilt my brim
I'm bout to trip off Locko 'cause he go taken my swim
I think cause my cream my low, get aback to the pound
He gon' be itching like hell to put the bite on the clown
And when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2
And ain't a damn thing that your ass can do
I think it's cause he lost his big homey Don Killer see
Who ran the whole yard and gang-banged OP
And leave your ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
And all the kid do was cry like a bitch
His life was a pit and mine's in the shit[Chorus](Beware, beware)
(Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas want to fuck and try to act hardDeadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people
Encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove
Songwriters
Cordozar Broadus;Lenton Hutton;David K. WilliamsPublished by
NOTTING HILL MUSIC INC.