Lyrics Dpg / K - B.G. Knocc Out feat. Dre'sta
Haha,
yeah
Orginal
Baby
Gangsta's
in
this
motherfucker,
ha
With
ith
the
D-R-motherfuckin'-E,
hu.
In
a.
what
we
gonna
do
right
now?
("Dog
catchers
about
to
get
ya")
We
serve
these
marks
from
the
Dogg
Pound,
killa.
Check
it
out
("Dog
catchers
about
to
get
ya")
Easily
I
approach
the
microphone
because
I
ain't
no
joke
Nigga
tell
Kurupt,
Nate
and
Daz
I'mma
buck
'em
Matter
of
fact
tell
that
whole
Pound
I
say
fuck
'em
It's
a
new
year
so
put
the
bustas
in
their
plizace
B.G.
Knocc,
Gangsta
Dresta
bring
it
to
your
fizace
Ryders
on
a
mission,
I
catch
you
slippin'
You
gettin'
struck
clown
So
fuck
any
busta
down
with
the
Mutt
Pound
It's
the
Compton
City
G,
nigga
Bow
to
your
knees,
nigga
Run
up
in
your
hood
cock
back
my
strap
and
pull
the
trees,
nigga
And
if
you
slippin',
you
know
I'm
gonna
wet
ya
I'm
the
baby
boss
hog,
better
known
as
the
Dogg
catcher
Bow
wow,
yippee
yay,
did
you
hear
me
say
I'm
a
Dogg
killa,
cause
all
Doggs
have
they
day
Now
don't
run
up
on
me,
if
you
ain't
prepared
to
fight
Little
Knocc
Out
can't
be
phased,
baby
gangsta
for
life
Dat
Nigga
Daz
(killa)
Kurupt
(killa)
Dr.
Dre
(killa),
mark
ass
niggas
Snoop
Dogg
(killa)
Nate
Dogg
(killa)
Tha
Dogg
Pound
(killa)
Fuck,
fuck
all
y'all,
niggas
I
bring
the
noise
every
time
a
nigga
wind
me
up
I
pull
my
nine
and
blow
a
mind,
every
time
I
bust
'em
I
trust
no
man
and
that's
from
now
until
infinity
Nigga
you
either
my
homie
or
just
consider
yourself
my
enemy
Niggas
out
here
fake
dog,
like
Nate
Dogg
I
swear
you
made
it,
but
talkin'
that
shit
to
Dre
Will
get
you
and
your
DJ
regulated
Bitches
come
a
dime
a
sack,
so
let's
get
it
straight
A
fake
is
what
I
hate,
so
fuck
Kurupt,
Daz
and
Nate
Motherfuckin'
fake
Niggas
be
thinkin'
that
they
can
get
with
the
real
deal
What
I
would
do
if
I
was
you
is
take
a
chill
pill
Yet
and
still
tricks,
I
gave
your
click
a
pass
But
when
I
see
that
busta
Daz
I
gotta
bank
his
ass
Smash,
down
another
puppy
pound
clown
With
the
round
from
my
smith
and
watch
his
body
shift
Drift
his
soul
in
the
wind
as
they
carry
you
And
B.G.
K-O
can
dig
your
hole
because
they
bury
you
(Pranksters,
studio
gangstas,
bustas)
(Softer
than
a
bitch
but
portrayed
the
role
of
gangsta)
(Pranksters,
studio
gangstas,
bustas)
Stupid
motherfucker
(Yeah,
that's
what
I'm
sayin')
So
now
you
niggas
know
who
in
the
fuck
you
fuckin'
with
B-G
and
D-R-E,
nigga,
the
baby
gangsta
clique
As
we
did
some
gangsta
shit
from
a
real
G's
perspective
Niggas
get
all
like
pumped
while
I
stay
calm
and
collective
I
check
those
suckas
they
callin'
self
and
causin'
ruckus
'94
set
claimin',
Snoop,
D-O
bangin
bustas
Much
love
to
the
B-G,
C-P-T
Much
love
to
the
D-R-E,
O-B-G
Much
love
to
the
Eazy-E,
C-P-T
And
D-P-G
don't
wanna
see
us,
see
see
You
fools
ain't
nothin'
but
marks,
so
fuck
your
set
Now
what's
next,
I
doubt
if
you
wanna
flex,
no
respect
Run
up
and
get
wrecked
You
tried
to
diss
the
B.G.,
although
we
let
that
shit
pass
Daz
you
fuck
around
and
find
your
ugly
ass
Smashed
in
a
trash
bag,
fool
You
wannabe's
gonna
be
layin'
down
If
you
keep
fuckin'
around
with
the
Compton,
Dogg
Pound
killas
1 Real Brothers
2 Dpg / K
3 Everyday All Day
4 Jealousy
5 Who's the G
6 Compton Swangin
7 Life's a Puzzle
8 B.G. Knocc Out
9 Compton Hoe
10 Mic Checc
11 Compton & Watts
12 50 / 50 Luv
13 Do or Die
14 Take a Ride
15 Down Goes Another Nigga
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