Me And My Doggs

I was sitting at home, about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, was gettin' thinner
My nigga Spikey Loc was playin' basketball
And my niggas in the backyard 'bout to squab my dogs
Dirt Red gets cream, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble, fight, 'cause that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life, nigga, uh, thought you knew
But you didn't, you think I'm kiddin', nigga, my dogs scrap
They get down for theirs, bring 'em right to the back
Hit the gate, don't wait, and ask the homie Nate
He got a pit named Tiny mobbin' behind him
Now, Daz got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He likes to smash 'em, uh
And ain't no need to reach for heat 'cause you can't get your blast on
Dogs, we keep 'em, busters, we sweep 'em
And when it's drama, my dogs'll bite your mama
We leave you niggas on stuck and pause
And I'ma dedicate this one to my dogs
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uh, she got killed so I didn't need it (damn)
Uh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? (What about Sweetie?)
He got killed too, so I didn't need him (damn, damn, damn)
It's a cold thang but it's a cold game
But when you wit' a Corleone name it's a cold thang
Code name, cold game, you got to get down
'Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound (Dogg Pound, D.P.G.)

Now it's like a sport
And if I get caught I'm right back in court (shh, court)
So I gots to keep it on the DL and don't teezell
But you know I got the pitbulls for seezell
So if you wanna get one, holla at your boy quick
'Cause I'ma be on the lookout for the sale of them pits
Ask my little homie Techniec
I gave him Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homie Trey Dee, I gave him Roxy
But the rest of the pits, they rollin' with me
We layin' low in the cut, posted up in Chino
Scrappy-Doo and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick
Just last week, you know what? (Bitch) she bit the shit out of me
Man, that bitch is a trick, I had to get coffee
To get the bitch up off me
And I can't tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the Top Dogg Gamer
Man, it's a shame, nigga got love for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin' dogs

It's just me and my dogs (sic 'em, sic 'em)
Me and my dogs (sic 'em)
Me and my dogs (beware, beware)
Get your puppy chow
(Sic 'em, sic 'em) Oh wow

Now when it comes to my dogs, they stay fly like geese
But as for me, I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm superfly like Priest
I unleash my dogs then I tilt my brim
I'm 'bout to trip off Flocko 'cause he gon' take him a swim
I grin 'cause my creamy loc get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin' like hell to put the bite on the clown
And when you look with the frown he gon' get like one-two (one-two)
And ain't a damn thing that your ass can do
I think it's 'cause he lost his big homie Don Killer, see
Who ran the whole yard and gangbanged DP
And leave your ass red and yeah, half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg, you're dead and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked with Scrappy and Red tore off his ear
And all he could do was cry like a bitch
That's life as a pit and mine's the shit

(Beware, beware)
(Sic 'em) It's just me and my dogs
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas wanna fuckin' try to act hard

The problem is especially serious (beware, beware)
In East Los Angeles and South Central (it's just me and my dogs)
Where people encounter stray dogs on a daily basis
And often bear the scars to prove it