Verse One: 
*static* 
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump 
Pump Pump 
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we 
be the motherfuckin G Funk family 
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game 
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game 
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother 
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother 
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce 
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose 
Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at 
A nigga had to have a fat stack 
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go 
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall 
Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg 
Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness 
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this 
Chorus: (repeat 2X) 
Blam blam, blam to dem all 
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) 
Verse Two: Snoop 
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon 
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room 
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk 
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... 
I come down with the wickedness 
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) 
Close your eyes cuz you can't see me 
I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. 
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi 
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody 
When, then, send, some gin 
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin 
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three 
I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry 
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang 
You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? 
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G) 
The behavior and the flavor that I found 
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound 
Chorus 
Verse Three: Malik 
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat 
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat 
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique 
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the 
MC of the year, you hear and you fear 
i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear 
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride 
I'm satisfied now everything is really alright 
You know when I come nigga I come wicked 
Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it 
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit 
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop 
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks 
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock 
I'm strapped with my glock on your block 
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot 
Chorus