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tha dogg pound - thrown up da c lyrics

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[intro: daz]
yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there
you know what i’m sayin’?
keepin’ it goin’ everyday all day
and it just don’t stop (once again)
dogg pound, k-u-r-u-p-t… d-a to the z
soopa-doopa on the beat…

[kurupt]
first thing i do is blaze up a sack
hit up my n-gga daz like what’s todays plans?
rollin’, ridin’, or crackin’ a b-tch
hittin’ switches in the toys, on perk with the twist

[daz dillinger]
we in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue
and got what we got from bein’ real and bein’ true
and no clue – they never imagined
how the two come back, with kurupt with a mag’

[kurupt]
daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose
me and my n-gga daz been over the moon and back down
been on opposite sides and still roam
i missed my n-gga, d-mn it feels good be home

[daz dillinger]
it’s reality check
live in your face with a semi artillery tec
dumpin’ til’ the whole clip’s empty
i’m sippin’, daz and kurupt in a rental
life is the key of the situation homie
cause it’s drastic and mental, cuz

[hook]
everybody could (see)
we throwin’ up the (c)
can’t n0body (see)
d.p.g. (c)
drinkin’ henne(ssy)
cause they all wanna (see)
from here to over the (sea)
d.p.g. (c)

[kurupt]
we got a d.p. picnic poppin’, it ain’t stoppin’
music knockin’, scores of fours hoppin’

[daz dillinger]
now everybody wave your hands from side to side
and everybody get your pistols if you’re ready to ride

d.p.g. (c)

[daz dillinger]
that’s our terminology
f-ck it cause it gotta be, broken off properly
the new and improved dogg pound gangsta crew
lace your chucks homies cause you’re catchin’ the blues – onsite
you know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
see it’s a cold night, full moon
you know we creepin’ round your neighborhood, n-gga boom-boom

[kurupt]
we been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
right, left, two step
rider music, let’s ride
push on, hood slide

i get to thinkin’ i guess when i get to drinkin’
i do too much – but my homies love me anyway
back to back, we down to let the semi spray
chubby lil’ daz and trent growin’ up with corday

[hook]

[kurupt]
nickels and nines
hesitation could make a n-gga lose his life
these women can make a n-gga lose his mind
all we got is each other, health and time

[daz dillinger]
see “i ain’t mad at cha” homie like the homie makaveli
it’s kurupt young gotti, dat n-gga daz dilly
the arsonal is active, flip you up backwards
to k!llers to gangstas, from criminal jackers

d.p.g. (c)

[kurupt]
rider redemption, firin’ plastic… nothin’ but cl-ssics
bumpin’ out my motherf-ckin’ speaker box
me and daz, an outcast, heaters c-cked

[daz dillinger]
see we some young n-ggas growin’ in the life of crime
we crack a n-gga from his ankle, chest plate and spine
them dogg pound gangstas, we one of a kind
and yo gotti, would you kick it for me one more time?

[hook] – 2x

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