| Song | Just Doggin' |
| Artist | Tha Dogg Pound |
| Album | 2002 |
| 作词 : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale | |
| 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 cup | |
| Back 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 again | |
| Well, 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 chill | |
| As 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 doggs | |
| It'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 strap | |
| And 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 industry | |
| Well, 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 | |
| LBC Check 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 start | |
| Do I give a fuck (hell no) | |
| I'm a locc nigga | |
| Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked 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 flee | |
| You'll find none worst than me | |
| See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled | |
| Our bitches like a bangled | |
| Take ya from a whole different angle | |
| Bitches, 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 strap | |
| So 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 me | |
| I wreck microphones verbally, respect me | |
| I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur) | |
| Oh, so I'm headed out the door | |
| Now 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 shit | |
| From the busta ass niggas, | |
| Bell it out shit | |
| Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face | |
| See I ain't no fzzzake, | |
| I take you to the next stzzzage | |
| One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice | |
| Now, 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 care | |
| See 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 know | |
| Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
| Just Doggin | |
| Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
| Just Doggin |
| zuò cí : Arnaud, Big Simon, Brown, Hale | |
| 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 cup | |
| Back 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 again | |
| Well, 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 chill | |
| As 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 doggs | |
| It' s like one to the two, two to the three | |
| K to the U | |
| RUPT In fact, | |
| I steps with a tech in the back | |
| In the hood, ain' t got no love, so | |
| I packs a strap | |
| And 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 industry | |
| Well, 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 | |
| LBC Check 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 technterror to fuckin chest start | |
| Do I give a fuck hell no | |
| I' m a locc nigga | |
| Who you tryin to provoke nigga step up, get smoked 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 flee | |
| You' ll find none worst than me | |
| See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled | |
| Our bitches like a bangled | |
| Take ya from a whole different angle | |
| Bitches, 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 strap | |
| So 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 me | |
| I wreck microphones verbally, respect me | |
| I' m off to the sto re to get me a fo ur | |
| Oh, so I' m headed out the door | |
| Now 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 shit | |
| From the busta ass niggas, | |
| Bell it out shit | |
| Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face | |
| See I ain' t no fzzzake, | |
| I take you to the next stzzzage | |
| One time can' t trzzzace, now why you punk twice | |
| Now, 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 care | |
| See 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 know | |
| Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
| Just Doggin | |
| Dogg Pound' s in tha house, now in the coupe, | |
| Just Doggin |