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featuring Charlie Wilson



Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson



Ain`t no funk it`s funky it`s Doggystyle (Ain`t it funky nuff?)

(Death Row ow Death Row)

(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)

*repeat*



Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg



Shucks stompin in my big blue chucks

More bounce to the ounce while I`m ditchin you clutz

Bump bump bump bump while you`re bumpin your sounds

It`s the zoo and the Pound we don`t fuck around

Relax your mind and let your conscience be free

and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC

I slid up out the game and MC`s get wacked

but now I`m back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap

Watch your head, I break wit

wit G`s, Muslims, hardheads and dreds

Bounce, rock while rollerskatin

on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons

I`m not that BG poppin all that junk

about "I`ll fuck you up", he sound like a punk

I been there and done that, no inspiration

All day illustration beat conversation



Chorus



Verse 2: Snoop Dogg



I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond

Been workin on ya new album for two years strong

and still can`t come up with the right song

You know what they say:`Study long, study long`

All aboard the train so come along

cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone

It`s alright ain`t no room for wrong

Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home

I got money loads by the barrels

I even got a few fans that`s crazy like DeNiro

I`m international money maker, player hater

shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler

at a player though cos players know the real from the fake

You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state

I give you people what you like

What I look like in jail and can`t get on the mic



Chorus x1 1/2



Verse 3: Snoop Dogg



Killin up crews, give em the real street blues

Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes

Of course it don`t stop bein a Westside ridah

Wit no tattoo that`s how they got the clue

I lay conversation on wax and CD`s

BG`s and o-riginals, here come the mission

Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season

Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh

I represent the LBC-ment

Windows tint, nigga that`s the president

I hit you with a tune every blue moon

Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face

Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate

It taste like it`s laced but it ain`t

This one puff uncut, no doubt

Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half



Chorus x1 1/2



Outro:



Shucks

(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)

(Death Ro, Death Ro)

*repeat*

featuring Charlie Wilson



Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson



Ain`t no funk it`s funky it`s Doggystyle (Ain`t it funky nuff?)

(Death Row ow Death Row)

(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)

*repeat*



Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg



Shucks stompin in my big blue chucks

More bounce to the ounce while I`m ditchin you clutz

Bump bump bump bump while you`re bumpin your sounds

It`s the zoo and the Pound we don`t fuck around

Relax your mind and let your conscience be free

and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC

I slid up out the game and MC`s get wacked

but now I`m back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap

Watch your head, I break wit

wit G`s, Muslims, hardheads and dreds

Bounce, rock while rollerskatin

on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons

I`m not that BG poppin all that junk

about "I`ll fuck you up", he sound like a punk

I been there and done that, no inspiration

All day illustration beat conversation



Chorus



Verse 2: Snoop Dogg



I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond

Been workin on ya new album for two years strong

and still can`t come up with the right song

You know what they say:`Study long, study long`

All aboard the train so come along

cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone

It`s alright ain`t no room for wrong

Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home

I got money loads by the barrels

I even got a few fans that`s crazy like DeNiro

I`m international money maker, player hater

shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler

at a player though cos players know the real from the fake

You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state

I give you people what you like

What I look like in jail and can`t get on the mic



Chorus x1 1/2



Verse 3: Snoop Dogg



Killin up crews, give em the real street blues

Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes

Of course it don`t stop bein a Westside ridah

Wit no tattoo that`s how they got the clue

I lay conversation on wax and CD`s

BG`s and o-riginals, here come the mission

Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season

Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh

I represent the LBC-ment

Windows tint, nigga that`s the president

I hit you with a tune every blue moon

Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face

Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate

It taste like it`s laced but it ain`t

This one puff uncut, no doubt

Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half



Chorus x1 1/2



Outro:



Shucks

(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)

(Death Ro, Death Ro)

*repeat*

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