Doggy Dogg World Lyrics
| Song | Doggy Dogg World |
| Artist | Snoop Dogg |
| Album | Death Row's Snoop Doggy Dogg Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dat Nigga Daz, Fields ... | |
| Artist：Snoop Dogg/Tha Dogg Pound/The Dramatics | |
| Intro： | |
| We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West | |
| I own this mother******* and my name is Taa-Dow | |
| Y'all *************z know who I am y'all *************z tearin up *************t | |
| But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht | |
| Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics | |
| Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go | |
| I'm hearin mother*******s tryin to steal my flow | |
| But it ain't no thang cause see my ************* Coolio | |
| Put me up on the game when I step through the do' | |
| Ya know, some of these *************z is so deceptive | |
| Usin my styles like a contraceptive | |
| I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt | |
| It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack | |
| So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) | |
| Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now | |
| Tell me what's goin on | |
| It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones | |
| Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes | |
| and quit tryin to spit at my mother****** hoes | |
| Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point | |
| You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint | |
| You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg | |
| I'll scratch you off my ************* with my mother****** paws | |
| Y'alls, *************z, better recognize | |
| And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die | |
| Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y | |
| Chorus: | |
| It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World | |
| It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World | |
| The Dogg's World | |
| Verse Two: Kurupt | |
| Well if you give me ten ******* then I'll ************* all ten | |
| See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin | |
| Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers | |
| Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors | |
| Ain't that somethin, talk *************t and I'm dumpin | |
| I had your whole ****** block bumpin | |
| Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China | |
| Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this ************* behind ya | |
| So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through | |
| One-two, three, you can't see me | |
| I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics | |
| A ****** menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets | |
| It's on again, it's on and poppin | |
| All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin | |
| I wanna see some panties droppin | |
| I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton | |
| (All I ever did was just use that hoe | |
| Show her my *************ies, get with these, and kick flows) | |
| I'm di*************n out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news | |
| Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes | |
| Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs | |
| and I smoke ****** for the ************* of it | |
| Ruff and rugged *************t, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked | |
| but it's manditory that I kick it | |
| Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it | |
| Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin | |
| Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin | |
| Hit the button, and light *************t up like Red Dawn | |
| Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin | |
| Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action | |
| You really don't know, do you, you ****** wit a hog | |
| You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Daz | |
| Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) | |
| Tell when (till the early morn) | |
| It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) | |
| The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg *************t) | |
| Diggity Daz out of the mother****** cut once mo' | |
| So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow | |
| I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat ************* | |
| Till I die I'm still screamin that (******* ain't *************t) | |
| Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about | |
| the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum | |
| As you groove to the gangster *************t | |
| The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique | |
| Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk | |
| I can see and I can tell that's what the ************* you want | |
| So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high | |
| I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Dat Nigga Daz, Fields ... | |
| Artist: Snoop Dogg Tha Dogg Pound The Dramatics | |
| Intro: | |
| We' d like to welcome y' all to the fabulous Carolina West | |
| I own this mother and my name is TaaDow | |
| Y' all z know who I am y' all z tearin up t | |
| But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y' all tongiht | |
| Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics | |
| Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| It' s like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go | |
| I' m hearin mother s tryin to steal my flow | |
| But it ain' t no thang cause see my Coolio | |
| Put me up on the game when I step through the do' | |
| Ya know, some of these z is so deceptive | |
| Usin my styles like a contraceptive | |
| I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn' t learnt | |
| It' s the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack | |
| So put your gun away, run away, cuz i' m back why? | |
| Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now | |
| Tell me what' s goin on | |
| It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones | |
| Lone for the breakup, so take off your clothes | |
| and quit tryin to spit at my mother hoes | |
| Seakin of hoes, I' ll get to the point | |
| You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint | |
| You' se a flea and i' m the big Dogg | |
| I' ll scratch you off my with my mother paws | |
| Y' alls, z, better recognize | |
| And see where I' m comin from it' s still East Side till I die | |
| Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the DODoubleGY | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s a crazy mixed up world, it' s a Doggy Dogg World | |
| It' s a Doggy Dogg World, it' s a Doggy Dogg World | |
| The Dogg' s World | |
| Verse Two: Kurupt | |
| Well if you give me ten then I' ll all ten | |
| See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin | |
| Don' t slip, I' m fo' to set trip, to get papers | |
| Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors | |
| Ain' t that somethin, talk t and I' m dumpin | |
| I had your whole block bumpin | |
| Don' t sweat, but check the tecnique, I' m unique like China | |
| Ya never find the bombarama then this behind ya | |
| So peekaboo, clear the way, I' m coming through | |
| Onetwo, three, you can' t see me | |
| I' m a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics | |
| A menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets | |
| It' s on again, it' s on and poppin | |
| All I see is green, so there ain' t no stoppin | |
| I wanna see some panties droppin | |
| I' m comin from L. A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton | |
| All I ever did was just use that hoe | |
| Show her my ies, get with these, and kick flows | |
| I' m di n out blues, I' m upsetting like bad news | |
| Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes | |
| Kurupt, the name' s often marked for catchin slugs | |
| and I smoke for the of it | |
| Ruff and rugged t, it' s unexplanitory how I gets wicked | |
| but it' s manditory that I kick it | |
| Check it, I' m runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it | |
| Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin | |
| Prepare for a war, it' s on, I' m head huntin | |
| Hit the button, and light t up like Red Dawn | |
| Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin | |
| Murderin with rhymes packin Tec9' s for some action | |
| You really don' t know, do you, you wit a hog | |
| You can' t do me, I' m goin out looney like ODog | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Daz | |
| Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party all night long | |
| Tell when till the early morn | |
| It don' t stop and uh it don' t quit for the | |
| The Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavvy Dogg t | |
| Diggity Daz out of the mother cut once mo' | |
| So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow | |
| I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat | |
| Till I die I' m still screamin that ain' t t | |
| Now i' m the mack daddy, had he, not known about | |
| the city where I' m from, dum diddy dum | |
| As you groove to the gangster t | |
| The DODoubleG the POUND, the gangsta clique | |
| Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk | |
| I can see and I can tell that' s what the you want | |
| So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high | |
| I promise I' ll smoke chronic till the day that I die | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Dat Nigga Daz, Fields ... | |
| Artist: Snoop Dogg Tha Dogg Pound The Dramatics | |
| Intro: | |
| We' d like to welcome y' all to the fabulous Carolina West | |
| I own this mother and my name is TaaDow | |
| Y' all z know who I am y' all z tearin up t | |
| But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y' all tongiht | |
| Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics | |
| Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| It' s like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go | |
| I' m hearin mother s tryin to steal my flow | |
| But it ain' t no thang cause see my Coolio | |
| Put me up on the game when I step through the do' | |
| Ya know, some of these z is so deceptive | |
| Usin my styles like a contraceptive | |
| I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn' t learnt | |
| It' s the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack | |
| So put your gun away, run away, cuz i' m back why? | |
| Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now | |
| Tell me what' s goin on | |
| It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones | |
| Lone for the breakup, so take off your clothes | |
| and quit tryin to spit at my mother hoes | |
| Seakin of hoes, I' ll get to the point | |
| You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint | |
| You' se a flea and i' m the big Dogg | |
| I' ll scratch you off my with my mother paws | |
| Y' alls, z, better recognize | |
| And see where I' m comin from it' s still East Side till I die | |
| Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the DODoubleGY | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s a crazy mixed up world, it' s a Doggy Dogg World | |
| It' s a Doggy Dogg World, it' s a Doggy Dogg World | |
| The Dogg' s World | |
| Verse Two: Kurupt | |
| Well if you give me ten then I' ll all ten | |
| See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin | |
| Don' t slip, I' m fo' to set trip, to get papers | |
| Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors | |
| Ain' t that somethin, talk t and I' m dumpin | |
| I had your whole block bumpin | |
| Don' t sweat, but check the tecnique, I' m unique like China | |
| Ya never find the bombarama then this behind ya | |
| So peekaboo, clear the way, I' m coming through | |
| Onetwo, three, you can' t see me | |
| I' m a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics | |
| A menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets | |
| It' s on again, it' s on and poppin | |
| All I see is green, so there ain' t no stoppin | |
| I wanna see some panties droppin | |
| I' m comin from L. A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton | |
| All I ever did was just use that hoe | |
| Show her my ies, get with these, and kick flows | |
| I' m di n out blues, I' m upsetting like bad news | |
| Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes | |
| Kurupt, the name' s often marked for catchin slugs | |
| and I smoke for the of it | |
| Ruff and rugged t, it' s unexplanitory how I gets wicked | |
| but it' s manditory that I kick it | |
| Check it, I' m runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it | |
| Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin | |
| Prepare for a war, it' s on, I' m head huntin | |
| Hit the button, and light t up like Red Dawn | |
| Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin | |
| Murderin with rhymes packin Tec9' s for some action | |
| You really don' t know, do you, you wit a hog | |
| You can' t do me, I' m goin out looney like ODog | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Daz | |
| Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party all night long | |
| Tell when till the early morn | |
| It don' t stop and uh it don' t quit for the | |
| The Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavvy Dogg t | |
| Diggity Daz out of the mother cut once mo' | |
| So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow | |
| I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat | |
| Till I die I' m still screamin that ain' t t | |
| Now i' m the mack daddy, had he, not known about | |
| the city where I' m from, dum diddy dum | |
| As you groove to the gangster t | |
| The DODoubleG the POUND, the gangsta clique | |
| Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk | |
| I can see and I can tell that' s what the you want | |
| So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high | |
| I promise I' ll smoke chronic till the day that I die | |
| Chorus |
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