Knick Knack Patty Wack Tha Dogg Pound

Yo dis from the old school
Ha ha, ha hah
Ha ha, check it out

One two three (who be the top MC, it's the K) to the U-R, U-P to the T
(And me, the capital D-the-A-the-Z
The a.k.a., the D-to-P-to-G)
And we, Tha D-to-the-O-to-the-G-to-the-G
(To the P-O, U-N to the D)
It's time D (to rip the M-the-I-the-C)
So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Yo E, I pass D the microphone
(Nah cuz) Why D? (To each his own
So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Aiyyo, I pass Kurupt the microphone)

It's me, yes the gangbang warrior
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
Yo I can't tell, our ride will stop in Drexel
We dwell in the garbage between blazin cell
Let's start with your heart (your heart)
You ain't got the heart for rappin, you can't adapt to transcations
But me, I know the way it should be
To flow slow, like me and D-A-Z
And after that, we'll blaze a fat sack
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, cool cool cool cats
Like a jazz player or someone on the accordian
Producin crazy hits and, move the whole audience
Aim the tip, to show you how to tip
MC's in half, load the clip and do a hit
Me, K-U-R-U-P-T, I come equipped
Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to trip
So listen, to this Thunderdome session
The way I drop it, it's Kurupt with no question