Tha Dogg Pound – For All My Niggaz & Bitches lyrics

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch!!

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck
Like we don't give a fuck
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Coming with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
'cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
With the beat flossing off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass, for getting us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs
Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre
Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck
Like we don't give a fuck
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick
So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to serve
The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Running em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering
(Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah
(Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows)
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
(Drop to your knees like a dog in heat)
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air
So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck
Like we don't give a fuck
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
Beating yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do?

Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care
(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
About nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch
(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my
(Niggas don't give a fuck nigga)
The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know why?
(Real niggaz don't give a fuck)

To all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my bitches and my niggas
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air