Pump Pump

 


Verse One:

Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump
That 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 y mother
Pump Pump, Rollin on the corner, and bouncin in the 6 deuce
when i was locked up, i couldn't wait to get loose
back in the day, on the side, 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 the face he falls, can't none
of ya'll Niggaz see the Doggy Dogg, 'cuz i'm one boy
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:

now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
and see Snoop Doggy Dogg steps into the room
with the G funky, fuck she, fuck wheat, follow me, listen to the words
that a Nigga..
I come down with the wickedness, one hood boy comin with that Doggness
Pump Pump
Close your eyes, 'cuz you can't see me
i quit school becuase of recess you fuckin bee gee
i'm shakin up the party, like Lodi dodi
is he the dopest ya better axe somebody
when, in, thin, and some GIn, and a pack of Zig Zags
now let the Games begin, in 19 motherfuckin 93
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:

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 see
as i creep out, my techneique, i's outta sight
so you can't see me, MC of the year, you hear yuou fear
i got somthin for these Niggaz in the front and the rear
i handle the sides, undercover in the hood ride, i'm satisfied
it's really alright, and when i come, Niggam i come wicked
need no permission, motherfucker i'm gonna kick it
Niggaz kick my shit, i add 'em up like a biscut, lick 'em up shot
all drop, make up your mind, do make 'em sling rocks
just stop, rockin off the next Niggaz block
i'm stopped with my gloc on your block
ready to let loose on the next immitator that spot

Chorus:

 

 

Death Row


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