nine in the mornin feds at my door lou cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor dippin thru the alley i made my escape didn t even get a chance to grab my snoop dogg tape man with no music but happy he s free bailin fast as i can bail down 19th street i got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand gold on my knuckle my pistol s closed in hand i m a dogg pound gangsta from the lbc remotely controlled by the bomb ity but just livin in big city is a serious task didn t know what the feds wanted didn t have time to ask we re comin with that g shit that c shit that makin niggas sick how does it feel to see a g from your clique wake up jumped out of bed wit my grin on last night s dice game got my win on about a g and a half is what i come with but twenty five g s is what i left with teatley was the word i heard i went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone gimme the dice so i can break you niggas i threw a c so my point was the biggie seven four four tre back to back i sent two fools back to their lizzack see now i m off to the graveyard shift and i gots ta pay my dues to make my grip but i chill cos my ho might call ain t no thang cos i sleeps all day and slang when night fall and i takes a quick walk up the block with my glock cocke ready to make a stop where i set up shop on 59th and 8th ave where all the homies be hangin that s where a nigga ll be slangin i m makin a cool grip of shit this ain t me so i put my chips together and cops a quarter ki and now the shops on deck and everything that s mines i protect with a tek i don t half step now i got ends and i m rollin a lexus f k a benz and so many new friends but i could only trust a few and unawarely i trusted you but if only g  it s snoop homies from the motherf kin get go devoted and quotin back in 84 i was thirteen g was a year older but i still wadn t afraid to throw him from his shoulders gettin good on the hood was the anticipation and yeah king park was the destination every nigga that i knew was at the park that night even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight back on the streets straight blue and grey cos i represent like every day nigga you can t tell me i don t be on the spot when i can tell you all the homies that done get shot from at least about five years ago when i was in junior high goin to marshall the homey use to come up to the school and rock and leave and have the bitches flockin his jock damn them was the days of the past but since the pizzound formed we been whippin people s ass and everybody a blast and if you don t believe me nigga you can axe the homey daz and that s your ass f ked around and let young swoop take your cash he didn t even run he walked away cos i let it sit that day i wished i was there i would ve clowned but that s why we axed your bitch ass from the pound cos he wouldn t even squad back man we can t f k with no niggas like that he ll get us all cracked if the police was behind us he wouldn t even jump out with the strap now that s what i call a beeyatch i second the emotion you was dropped the clique some of these nigga are bitches too and some of these niggas look just like you so if you ve ever been toetone go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga you ll get stole on it s 5 30 in the mornin now i m yizzawnin now as i perceive to get g to a tee and before i bail to school you know i blaze up a sack another day another dollar for the gangsta mack bitch act like you know show me some sex and affection and let me dial slow flossin tossin a bitch yeah dogg one more thing i forgot to mention shoot five niggas shoot ten shoot the piece slip to your fiends seven goddamn it when it deal a 64 for the honeys straight ho for the g young daz little nigga you can t f k with me now i knew that them niggas couldn t get at you so what made them niggas try to spit at you disrespect a gang that snitch on you y all punk ass niggas man y all some bitches too who got some gangsta gangsta shit swoop g i heard somebody s speakin up on you cos when i drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes just quarters ounces half ounces and quota pc is the season and i don t smoke blunt it sees the indo with skunk i might as well get drunk to smoke some stress that shit ll put a hole in your chest i only want another twenty dollar sure got me f ked up my hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin come up off a young nigga call his shots swoop g ain t the one i do its to be done al ways have my gun and my g from 2 1 it s cerritos but you don t hear me though cos you don t really know about the you know i m cerritos silly ho swoop g by the f kin l b s c none of these nigga wanna f k with these swoop g swoop g g