Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (Ain't it funky 'nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
Shucks, stompin' in my big blue Chuccs
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin' you clucks
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin' your sounds
It's the Zoo and Tha Pound, we don't, fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stompin' grounds is the LBC
I slid up out the game and MC's got wacked
But now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap (Yo' strap)
Watch your head (Hm-hm), I break bread wit' G's
Muslims, hardheads, and dreads
Bounce, rock while rollerskatin'
On them 20 inch tires wit' them platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG poppin' all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day illustration beat conversations
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (Ain't it funky 'nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww, yeah)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond
Been workin' on yo' new album for two years strong
And still can't come up, with the right song
You know what they say: 'Study long, study long'
All aboard the train, so come along
Cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
It's alright, ain't no room for wrong
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like De Niro
I'm international money maker, player hater
Shake up off the sake of spendin' dollars and I always holla
At a playa though cos playas know the real from the fake
You can put that on your toast, your coast, and your state
I give you people what you like (You like)
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic (Hmm)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (Ain't it funky 'nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww, yeah, uh)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
Killin' up crews, give 'em the real street blues
Have 'em slidin' in their eelskins, groovin' in their tennis shoes
Of course, it don't stop bein' a Westside rida
Wit' no tattoo, that's how they got the clue
I lay conversation on wax and CD's
BG's and O-riginals, here come the mission
Makin' biters ride Tha Pound for the rest of the season
Doggy DPG, ya lil homie, uhh
I represent the LBC-ment
Windows tint, nigga, that's the President
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga, say your Grace before you touch your plate
It taste like it's laced but it ain't
This one puff uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (Ain't it funky 'nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
Shucks
(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)
