[Chorus 1: Prince Ital]
Respect to the Death Row Inmates
Death Row Inmates lawd dem never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face
Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
Free Dogg Pound territory
Dat Nigga Daz put you inna di cemetery
Snoop Dogg, di criminal mentality
Fuck wit Dirty Kurupt and yuh dead each way
[Bridge 1]
Now the D.P.'s, if ya down with this shit say "hell yeah"
Pack your heat, if you equipped say "hell yeah"
Hit a corner, hit a switch, say "hell yeah"
Fuck a hoe, fuck a bitch, say "hell yeah"
To all my G's that slang, say "hell yeah"
To all my bangers that bang, say "hell yeah"
No matter where the fuck ya hang, say "hell yeah"
Yeah, check it out
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act-right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
For a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga ya wants to fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got
From the bottom to the top or get shanked, get shot
Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse transgression
From this infectious enemy, they on a loose (What)
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past
Respect to the Death Row Inmates
Death Row Inmates lawd dem never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face
Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
Free Dogg Pound territory
Dat Nigga Daz put you inna di cemetery
Snoop Dogg, di criminal mentality
Fuck wit Dirty Kurupt and yuh dead each way
[Bridge 1]
Now the D.P.'s, if ya down with this shit say "hell yeah"
Pack your heat, if you equipped say "hell yeah"
Hit a corner, hit a switch, say "hell yeah"
Fuck a hoe, fuck a bitch, say "hell yeah"
To all my G's that slang, say "hell yeah"
To all my bangers that bang, say "hell yeah"
No matter where the fuck ya hang, say "hell yeah"
Yeah, check it out
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act-right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
For a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga ya wants to fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got
From the bottom to the top or get shanked, get shot
Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse transgression
From this infectious enemy, they on a loose (What)
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past
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