2002 *

* originally appeared on the "Sunset Park" soundtrack<br><br>It`s just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that`s me<br>Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee<br>Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front<br>Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup<br>Back up I stack up the weed<br>Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends<br>If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can<br>You talk shit once but never again<br><br>Well, I`m back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass<br>So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass<br>To the fullest feeling I`m feelin you never could feel<br>While your mind is comin where your body is chill<br>As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg<br>Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball<br>Yo, saw y`all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs<br>Wanna be like doggs, but can`t compare to doggs<br><br>It`s like one to the two, two to the three<br>K to the U-R-U-P-T<br>In fact, I steps with a tech in the back<br>In the hood, ain`t got no love, so I packs a strap<br><br>And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre<br>He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)<br>He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC<br>And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry<br><br>Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz<br>An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)<br>But this is just a dove sack of dope<br>So till yo ass dopes this mo<br>Now, you can`t see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT<br>And you can`t see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC<br><br>Check this flow, Hoover ain`t the word to describe me, nigga<br>Remember, I`m murderin niggas as a hobby<br>Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump<br>With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start <br>Do I give a fuck (hell no) I`m a locc nigga<br>Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga<br>Get the strap in the back I`m rollin and a bumpin<br>Niggas talk shit I won`t write and start dumpin<br>Uh, who play the role like the G`s<br>Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please<br>Murder in the first degree<br>I step with a tech, burst and flee<br>You`ll find none worst than me<br>See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled<br>Our bitches like a bangled <br>Take ya from a whole different angle<br>Bitches, I`m never sympin, You`ll see me pimpin<br>I step the clip in, bust a cap <br>Watch them fall flat on they back<br>Like this and like that from an automatic strap<br>So for tryin the techno<br>Respect I gets wrecked with a glock <br>And it just don`t stop<br>I check every nigga known that`s tryin to check me<br>I wreck microphones verbally, respect me<br>I`m off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur) <br>Oh, so I`m headed out the door<br><br>Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood<br>On a mission up to no good<br>We don`t love you bitch<br>After we finish diggin<br>Tha Pound`s about that dollar and takin no shit<br>From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit<br>Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face<br>See I ain`t no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage<br>One time can`t trzzzace, now why you punk twice<br><br>Now, you`ve been sleeping on the desk for a long time<br>Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme<br>So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air<br>And get your proper groove on like you don`t care<br><br>See I don`t love them hoes<br>I like a butta nose<br>Keep my mind on my money, that`s just how my money flows<br>And so<br>How, I thought you knew, but now you know<br><br>Dogg Pound`s in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin<br>Dogg Pound`s in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin