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tha dogg pound - get out my way lyrics

[intro]
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo
d-o-g-g c-h-i-t
daz and kurupt, tha dogg pound, trick…

[verse 1: kurupt]
we open, n-gga, trip and we smokin’ n-ggas
slappin’ and soakin’ n-ggas, lee iacoca, n-gga
all for the coca, n-gga, servin’ and swervin’
purgin’, and daz start choking n-ggas all outside of kroger, n-gga
c-ck it and roast a n-gga
i’m outside of the club waiting ’til it’s all over
figures
is flying all over the water, all over the water
and both the triggers is ready for squeezin’
n-gga, kick that cheese in, bodies all spread out
laid down all over the ground, n0body’s leaving
breathing, showin’ n-ggas what i believe in
get the f-ck out my face unless you talking ’bout bread, n-gga
get what i said, yeah, move or get beat the f-ck up

[chorus: daz & kurupt]
get out my way, what you gon’ do?
i’ma bomb on your homie, i’ma bomb on you
get out my way, what the f-ck you gon’ do?
i’ma smash on this undercover busta n-gga too
get out my way, what you gon’ do?
i got five in the chamber, n-gga, ready to shoot through
get out my way, what you gon’ do? (what?)
what you gon’ do? (what?)
what you gon’ do?

[verse 2: daz]
it’s getting crowded in this b-tch, i need some elbow room
elbow ’em, make ’em land on their tailbone
use my muscle, tune haters out, use my hustle
instructed to listen, watch y’all, do my puzzle
piece it to the stool, bomb leaves, got a couple
heaters, and i use my tool not tuck ’em
reach ’em only when it’s necessary
cherry poppin’ your woman in the chevy, aw f-ck it
forget y’all bustas like to cuff ’em, keep ’em, i’m a pimp
i don’t love ’em, i teach ’em to make room (haters what you gon’ do?)
can’t move, duct taped, strapped down
screaming my people coming with them gats out, screaming out…

[interlude: daz]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse 3]
[kurupt]
move muh’f-cka, give me some sp-ce
before i punch ya -ss in the m-th-f-ckin’ face
b-tch -ss n-gga, mark -ss n-gga
i got these hollow tips in your hood, names all on it
rollin’ on chrome, follow n-ggas home
hennessy, patron, dookie brown brougham
body to body chippin’, dogg pound crippin’
roll, ride and tippin’, side to side and clippin’

[daz]
yes, you run, n-gga, better vacate
sp-ce right here, hater-free, hate me
from a far distance, y’all n-ggas are ridiculous
thinking y’all can stick with the same thing, yeah, we taking, yeah
plus i keep the ganja leaf up in the air, player
i ain’t playin’, wit’cha, i don’t care, n-gga, anywhere
plus, inconsistent, bust up at a distance
n-gga, this is for my thug n-ggas…
come on…

[outro: daz]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…

- tha dogg pound lyrics

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