Verse One: Kurupt      Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga   See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga   Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]   Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]   So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet   The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet   Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna   grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!      Chorus: repeat 2X      So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches   Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air   And if you don't give a shit   Like we don't give a shit    Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air      Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt      Now on a one, two, three who could it be   Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three   So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up   And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up   Now can't nobody see me here or there   wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground   'cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe   with the beat flossin off gold D's   And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean   And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap   in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up   Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs   who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs   (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all   Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball      I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this   Now how many bitches must get dick?   Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day   Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre   'cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half   Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass      Chorus      Verse Three: Kurupt      You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick   So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick   The kinpin of the clique, top notch   17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop   The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve   the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest   I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we   Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy   Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac   (plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks   Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt   Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up   Slow your roll, like your legs was broken   Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?   Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe   Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row   Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm servin it   They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin   [Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah   [Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]   (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich   (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)   [Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]   Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques      Chorus      Verse Four: Rage      Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown   Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down   And that's 175 pounds of beed   beatin yo' ass down to the concrete   Fool, act like ya know   I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so   What's a girl to do   Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?      [Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care   [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga   [Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch   [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga   [Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my   [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga   [Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?   [Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck      Chorus