Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Joseph Williams, George Jr Clinton, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Cordozar Broadus, Eric D Collins, Andre Yound
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin' in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
Anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin' me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gang bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin' and sleepin'
6 feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
Until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
For survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin' with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta
Now picture this, let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin' chest plates
Open and release them guts then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff neck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given, disrespect and you will not be livin'
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
Wake up in the mornin', to Lucky Charms cereal
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