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Intro: (*distressed Latino woman*)The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off.I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husbandVerse 1:I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinnerHad a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinnerMy nigga Sparky-O was playin basketballand my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my DoggzDirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good schemeBut you know it's all a part of the Corleone teamI squabble...Friday cos that's what I doDogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knewbut you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrapThey get down for theirs, bring em right to the backHit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Natehe gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind himNow they've got Michael CorleoneOh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassinHe likes to smash on, uhhand ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast onDoggz we keep em, busters we sweep emand when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your mommaWe leave you niggas on stuck in pawsAnd I'ma dedicate this one to my DoggzRemember that pit, the one I had named PeteyUhh, she got killed so I didn't need himUhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie?He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need himIt's a cold thang but it's a cold gamebut when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thangCold name, cold game ya got ta get downcos if you don't then you can't represent the PoundNow it's like a sportand if I get caught I'm right back in courtSo I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezellbut you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezellSo if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quickcos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigsAsk my little homey TechniqueI 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OGThe homey Tray Deee I give him rock seatbut the rest of the pits they rollin wit meWe're layin low in the cut, holstered up in ChinoScrappy-Du and the crew called the GambinosMa bark and she'll spark up some shit real quickJust last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feetto get the bitch up off meand I can't tame her and I can't blame herThat's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamerMan, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'allbut I got more love for my motherfuckin DoggzIt's just....Hook:Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)(Beware, beware) Me & my DoggzVerse 2:Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geesebut as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like PriestI unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brimI'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swimI think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the poundHe gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clownand when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2and ain't a damn thang that your ass can doI think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer seewho ran the whole yard and gangbanged OPand leave your ass red and yeah half-headHe's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants legDon't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fearYoung gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his headand all the kid do was cry like a bitchHis life was a pit and mine's in the shitHook:(Beware, beware)(Sick em) It's just me & my DoggzI keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyardJust in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hardOutro: (*reporter speaking over hook*)....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where peopleencounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)more