[Intro]
Well alright, Dogg Pound gangsters
We ain't fucking around
We came up in this motherfucker to cave your bitch ass chest in, niggas
I got my nigga Kurupt, Daz
And of course my triple OG, Snoop Dogg
And he goes by the name (Ha-ha-ha) of Black Ty

[Verse 1: Tyrese]
Who on it with the guard
Black nigga with a red card
Benihana's in my backyard
This is not Calabasas with the Grams and Kardashians
Countach got new stashes
From Fruit of the Loons to Jeff Koons in my foyer
Still know some blue and gray niggas like the Hoyas
Soon as old boy get an Oscar, they'll ahoy ya
Sittin' with De Niro and Shapiro as the lawyer
Got broads in Atlanta, but never the one to pander
Call up Kassim, read the news banner
It seems I brought land up
Gеt your grown man up
Like the Cohiba, put your hand up
Pleasе, if a nigga don't believe, you test me
Have your gold on burgundy like USC
In a gold spinner, windows tinted, you can't see
When in doubt, nigga, head out, DXP (Uh)
Sorry if I'm confusing y'all niggas
Can't help that I'm a movie star nigga
As I sip champagne and brown liquor
Get good brains and long dick
She fiendin' for Black Ty, clean at the Black Ty
Control L.A like Pat Ryan
I'm Jerry Buss, sittin' hella plush
Niggas better level up, switch your whole vessel up
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