Thrown Up Da C-Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there You know what I'm sayin'? Keepin' it goin' everyday all day And it just don't stop (Once again) Dogg Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T... D-A to the Z Soopa-doopa on the beat... (Kurupt) First thing I do is blaze up a sack Hit up my nigga Daz like what's todays plans? Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a bitch Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the twist (Daz Dillinger) We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue And got what we got from bein' real and bein' true And no clue - they never imagined how the two come back, with Kurupt with a mag' (Kurupt) Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose Me and my nigga Daz been over the moon and back down Been on opposite sides and still roam I missed my nigga, damn it feels good be home (Daz Dillinger) It's reality check Live in your face with a semi artillery tec Dumpin' til' the whole clip's empty I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a rental Life is the key of the situation homie 'cause it's drastic and mental, cuz (Chorus) Everybody could (see) We throwin' up the (C) Can't nobody (see) D.P.G. (C) Drinkin' Henne(ssy) Cause they all wanna (see) From here to over the (sea) D.P.G. (C) (Kurupt) We got a D.P. picnic poppin', it ain't stoppin' Music knockin', scores of fours hoppin' (Daz Dillinger) Now everybody wave your hands from side to side And everybody get your pistols if you're ready to ride D.P.G. (C) (Daz Dillinger) That's our terminology Fuck it 'cause it gotta be, broken off properly The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta crew Lace your Chucks homies 'cause you're catchin' the blues - onsite You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight See it's a cold night, full moon You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM (Kurupt) We been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs Right, left, two step Rider music, let's ride Push on, hood slide I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to drinkin' I do too much - but my homies love me anyway Back to back, we down to let the semi spray Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up with Corday (Chorus) (Kurupt) Nickels and nines Hesitation could make a nigga lose his life These women can make a nigga lose his mind All we got is each other, health and time (Daz Dillinger) See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly The arsonal is active, flip you up backwards To killers to gangstas, from criminal jackers D.P.G. (C) (Kurupt) Rider redemption, firin' plastic... nothin' but classics bumpin' out my motherfuckin' speaker box Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters cocked (Daz Dillinger) See we some young niggaz growin' in the life of crime We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest plate and spine Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more time? (Chorus) - 2X