2001

All ı wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all...[repeat]It's structures to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledgeI'm a player in the game and ı know not from collegeEyes open, focus, scopin out the sceneWatch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiendsI hope things get better for youCos ı'ma make things get better for meAnd keep the doggystyle hottest thing out the lbThe l-l-g wit dpg by the seaWe ride at high tide, the east is my sideI'ma tell you 'long as my voice is recordableThat plan you got ain't gonna work you better audibleOh yes ı'm fresh and like spy from existenceWit persistence ı perceiveTo supply you wit what you need, no room for greedBetter go around and when it come to youDon't bite off more than you can chewRespect the game and the game will respect you backGame is life, life is struggleWithout the coastal juggleSo if you drop ı test that, fragile as a crsytal(will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?)Or will you be a man and pick up all the piecesAnd put it back together and remain tougher than leatherAs for me ı'm tryin to keep it real doggAll ı wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all[chorus:]Just keep it real doggAll ı wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all[repeat x2]Teatlet?, hold em, shake em, rollFly g boys and all you hoodrat girlsPound puts it down all around the worldBut let's pick up the litter, lb young niggaI need solar on my dogg nall, ı bark when it get darkBitches in heat we tear the beat up, what?On the microphone ı bury the boneAlways, strays try to follow me homeUhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin doo-dooI'm steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoeSee ı'm smashin full-breaded wit no leashWhen ı mob, make marks across the streetSee ı'm vicious like hell, got em waggin they tailFor the bow-wow lbc styleHit you like the dogg bopper fever, ı fetch paperOn the receiver, go get it like a retrieverI want em close enough so ı can lock on emWit the mizzic, see ı let the doggz loose on emCheck this out here man, ı lick em, sick emMan's bestfriend, ı hit you for ten, uhhFleas can't seize my pack, what what's my name?Major trick we're hittin licks like a doberman gangY'done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppyRun a cat up a tree, nigga it's dpg[chorus:]All ı wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'allJust keep it real dogg[repeat x2]They say once upon a time in the land of the loccsWhere it's all about dope and pistol smokeI packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolverWe'd out, dp'd out, gc'd outOh, did you not knowSnoop wit the .44 knockin at'cha doorWe the passion for smashin and mashin the massesKnockin niggas llike cash is, dogg pound gangsta assassinIt's like in a actionCos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastinBustin, no need for discussionWe don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bustClose enough to touch then rushClean and radical and get clutchThe dogg is the don like killer corleoneFor the d-o-double g (with the solid gold rhyme)[chorus:]Just keep it real doggAll ı wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all[repeat x3]