Just Doggin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
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 wit' some gin in a cup
Back up! I stack up endz
Tha Pound and The Row is my only friends
If you talk sh*t, I hit ya hard as I can
You talk sh*t once, but never again

[Verse 2: Daz]
Well, I'm back wit' the bubonic chronic sack for dat ass
So all my Doggs — back-to-back, blaze the Zags
To the fullest, feelin' a feelin' you never could feel
Where your mind is calm, and your body is chill
As I mob wit' Tha Pound and my n*gga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin', but saggin', we're havin' a ball
Yes, all y'all muthaf*ckaz wanna cee like Doggs
Wanna be like Doggs, but can't compare to Doggs

[Bridge: Kurupt]
It's like one-to-the-two-to-the
K-to-the-U-R-U-P-T in effect
I steps with a TEC in ya back
Ain't no hood got no love, so I packs a strap and...
[Hook: Nate Dogg]
I once knew a n*gga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the muthaf*ckin' CPT
He hooked up wit' some n*ggas from the LBC
And now they f*ckin' up the whole rap industry

[Verse 3: Daz]
Well, uh, check it out, and peep game on the one
They call Dat n*gga Daz, an OG from Tha Pound
Straight puttin' it down for the Eastside! (Right!)
But this is just a dub sack of dope sold to yo' ass to get smoked!
Now, you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthaf*ckin' homie from the CPT
And you.. can't.. see.. my.. muthaf*ckin' Doggs from the LBC

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Check this flow — brutal ain't the word to describe me (n*gga!)
Remember, I murder n*ggas as a hobby!
Bodies get battered for f*ckin' wit' the best
Y'all dump wit' the TEC and tear his whole f*ckin' chest off
Do I give a f*ck?! (Hell, naw!) I'm a loc n*gga!
(Who you tryin' to provoke, n*gga?!) Step and get smoked, n*gga~
Strap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm pumpin'
n*ggas talk sh*t, I roll by and start dumpin'!
Uh! Fool play the role like the G's
Punk ass lil f*ckin' mark n*ggas, please!
Murder in the first degree
I step wit' a TEC, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me!
See? Muthaf*ckaz murdered, and mangled
Strangled on b*tches like a bangle
Take it from a whole different angle
b*tches, I'm never simpin', you'll see me pimpin'
I slip the clip in, bust a cap, watch 'em fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap!
So, retire the TEC, 'nuff respect
I gets wreck wit' a Glock and it just don't stop
I check every n*gga known that's tryin' to check me
I wreck microphone, verbally respect me
I'm off to the sto' to get me a 4-O, so I'm headed out the do'!
[Verse 5: Daz]
Now, as I roll wit' Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you, b*tch!
After we finish diggin', Tha Pound's about dat dollar and takin' no sh*t!
From no busta ass n*ggas
(Really doe, sh*t! Trick, recognize game when it slaps yo' face)
sh*t! You see, it ain't no thizzang to take you to the next stizzage
One-time can't trizzace, now buy a pump 12-gauge
You've been sleepin' on the Daz for a long time
Waitin' for the n*gga to come bust a dope rhyme
So, uh, muthaf*ckaz, throw yo' hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like ya don't care

[Outro: Kurupt & Daz]
But see, I don't love them hoes, I look above them hoes
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so...
Hoe! I thought ya knew, so now you know! Biatch!

Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin'
Dogg Pound's in the house, you're good to go, Just Doggin'