D.P.G./K

[Intro: B.G. Knocc Out] Haha, yeah Orginal Baby Gangsta's in this motherfucker, ha With ith the D-R-motherfuckin'-E, hu. In a.. what we gonna do right now? ("Dog catchers about to get ya") We serve these marks from the Dogg Pound, killa. Check it out ("Dog catchers about to get ya") [Verse 1: Dresta] Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke Nigga tell Kurupt, Nate and Daz I'mma buck 'em Matter of fact tell that whole Pound I say fuck 'em It's a new year so put the bustas in their plizace B.G. Knocc, Gangsta Dresta bring it to your fizace Ryders on a mission, I catch you slippin' You gettin' struck clown So fuck any busta down with the Mutt Pound [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] It's the Compton City G, nigga Bow to your knees, nigga Run up in your hood cock back my strap and pull the trees, nigga And if you slippin', you know I'm gonna wet ya I'm the baby boss hog, better known as the Dogg catcher Bow wow, yippee yay, did you hear me say I'm a Dogg killa, cause all Doggs have they day Now don't run up on me, if you ain't prepared to fight Little Knocc Out can't be phased, baby gangsta for life [Hook x2] Dat Nigga Daz (killa) Kurupt (killa) Dr. Dre (killa), mark ass niggas Snoop Dogg (killa) Nate Dogg (killa) Tha Dogg Pound (killa) Fuck, fuck all y'all, niggas [Verse 3: Dresta] I bring the noise every time a nigga wind me up I pull my nine and blow a mind, every time I bust 'em I trust no man and that's from now until infinity Nigga you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemy Niggas out here fake dog, like Nate Dogg I swear you made it, but talkin' that shit to Dre Will get you and your DJ regulated Bitches come a dime a sack, so let's get it straight A fake is what I hate, so fuck Kurupt, Daz and Nate [Verse 4: B.G. Knocc Out] Motherfuckin' fake Niggas be thinkin' that they can get with the real deal What I would do if I was you is take a chill pill Yet and still tricks, I gave your click a pass But when I see that busta Daz I gotta bank his ass Smash, down another puppy pound clown With the round from my smith and watch his body shift Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you And B.G. K-O can dig your hole before they bury you [Bridge X2] (Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas) (Softer than a bitch but portrayed the role of gangsta) (Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas) Stupid motherfucker (Yeah, that's what I'm sayin') [Verse 5: B.G. Knocc Out] So now you niggas know who in the fuck you fuckin' with B-G and D-R-E, nigga, the baby gangsta clique As we did some gangsta shit from a real G's perspective Niggas get all like pumped while I stay calm and collective I check those suckas they callin' self and causin' ruckus '94 set claimin', Snoop, D-O bangin bustas [Verse 6: Dresta] Much love to the B-G, C-P-T Much love to the D-R-E, O-B-G Much love to the Eazy-E, C-P-T And D-P-G don't wanna see us, see see You fools ain't nothin' but marks, so fuck your set Now what's next, I doubt if you wanna flex, no respect Run up and get wrecked You tried to diss the B.G., although we let that shit pass Daz you fuck around and find your ugly ass Smashed in a trash bag, fool You wannabe's gonna be layin' down If you keep fuckin' around with the Compton Dogg Pound [Hook X2]