Big Pimpin (Live 1996) Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. Nate Dogg)

[Spoken Word Intro]
Yeah, c'mon
(My bad)
Put your hands in the air!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1Daz]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin' on cloud one-nine
Liquor store, so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up too
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in
Conversated then I dug that hoe out
I fixed me some food, then boned the hell out, and said
Tomorrow, tomorrow, check it out
Here we go and we'll be back to dick you out
G's up, hoes down
If she can't swim, she's bound to drown
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizzocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin' alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!