Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt) A nigga feel so low that I can't come up Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke A trunk full of beats for why'all to go Kurupt, Snoop, let's do the damn thing Show all the little homies how the Dogg Pound bang Dash, fast, the upper class Went from low life to a brother with cash Spending all of my time and like half my cash Went from smoking dimes to smoking mafia bags Went from sometimes to smoking all in the bath And Lord knows I might host the Weed Award Show I'm looking for the 105 getting off the 405 Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti 5-3, thick, with a lot of pride That's what I love about the homes (What's that?) Its just like a nigga getting trained, the homie spittin game This shit makes no sense I'm trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents Money and funny niggas don't mix at all And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips and ball So you can touch it while you're here or die without I'd rather have it, since it really don't matter The world spin around much longer They thought that the West Coast leave But we still be float Mo' money 2 fold Nigga ice cold Mo' money 2 fold A G is a G which we all know A bitch is a bitch as a hoes a hoe Watch as I strut these, cousin, I'ma bank æem bank æem Dammit, it feels good, gangsta Its three gangstas in a Cadillac With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains Hats and white T's, fag acts like police When we on the East Coast we get nothing but love All up in the club, DJ holla'd out who we was I looked around, seen some MC's and grabbed the mic And then I lit they ass up to keep the party on the high Hit me on the Motorola holla at the homie What's up sitting down sipping a Corona (What's up Kurupt!) About to dip through, blaze up a quarter Ounce, bounce with the homies and make the tour bounce I like my Hennesey with Coke, I like my weed chronic smoke I like my, Gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced My women get big face, my niggas get big lace Big homes and big Bentley's coup and star chrome We rolling through the wild wild west No respect to the click, who keeps it so dick Most niggas probably want to bust us or even duck us But the thing is we doing the right thing so you niggas can't touch us I been no one fuck a little bit give me a lot I want a steak not an 8-gun on a block I want a skyscraper, not no apartment building And I want billions in case I got part with millions In case anybody ain't reach the top, that's cause they ain't deserve to Now shut the fuck up before I get my guns out And I ain't playing no games So check a nigga I ain't sayin no names How move it, who I move, but that's what they want But they just can't see me, I slide up on 'em Nigga that don't work his shit up off a coke Work that bitch from a corner into a comba, nigga ya want to? Dipping down the block where all the homies at Fleetwoods and Lax on the homies straps Nigga I rise for the hood home boy What up Dogg, it all ain't good home boy Like we said before, your face to the floor We holding up your motherfucking candy store And don't nobody get up til we hit the door I said lay down and don't get up! Dogg Pound gangstas in gray and blue Took over the world just by staying true You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait