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Nate Dogg)\n\nIt's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\nGot schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\nDaz in the back, Warren G. in the front\nNice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\nBack up I stack up the weed\nTha Pound and the Row is my only friends\nIf you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\nYou talk shit once but never again\n\nWell, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\nSo all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\nTo the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\nWhile your mind is comin where your body is chill\nAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\nNot flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\nYo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\nWanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\nIt's like one to the two, two to the three\nK to the U-R-U-P-T\nIn fact, I steps with a tech in the back\nIn the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\nAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\nHe hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\nAnd now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\nWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\nAn OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\nBut this is just a dove sack of dope\nSo till yo ass dopes this mo\nNow, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\nAnd you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\nCheck this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\nRemember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\nBodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\nWith the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\nDo I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\nWho you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\nGet the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\nNiggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\nUh, who play the role like the G's\nPunk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\nMurder in the first degree\nI step with a tech, burst and flee\nYou'll find none worst than me\nSee, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\nOur bitches like a bangled\nTake ya from a whole different angle\nBitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\nI step the clip in, bust a cap\nWatch them fall flat on they back\nLike this and like that from an automatic strap\nSo for tryin the techno\nRespect I gets wrecked with a glock\nAnd it just don't stop\nI check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\nI wreck microphones verbally, respect me\nI'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\nOh, so I'm headed out the door\n\nNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\nOn a mission up to no good\nWe don't love you bitch\nAfter we finish diggin\nTha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\nFrom the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\nTrick, recognize game when it slaps your face\nSee I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\nOne time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\nNow, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\nWaitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\nSo motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\nAnd get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\nSee I don't love them hoes\nI like a butta nose\nKeep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\nAnd so\nHow, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.65] (feat. 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Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"},{"id":16698708,"name":"Just Doggin (Dr. Dre Remix) ft","trackName":"Just Doggin (Dr. Dre Remix) ft","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Tha Doog Pound 2002","duration":285.790708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. 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(Hell naw) I'm a loc, nigga\nWho you tryin' to provoke, nigga? Step and get smoked, nigga\nStrap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm pumpin'\nNiggas talk shit, I roll by and start dumpin'\nUhh, fool play the role like they G's\nPunk-ass little fuckin' mark niggas, please\nMurder in the first degree\nI steps with a Tec, burst and flee\nYou'll find none worse than me\n\nI once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\nHe hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\nAnd now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\n\nWell I see, motherfuckers murdered, and mangled\nStrangled on bitches like a bangle\nCheck it from a whole different angle\nBitches, I'm never simpin', you'll see me pimpin'\nI slip the clip in, bust a cap\nWatch 'em fall flat on they back\nLike this and like that from an automatic strap\nSo, retire the Tec, nuff respect\nI gets wreck with a Glock and it just don't stop\nI check every nigga known, that's tryin' to check me\nI wreck microphones, verbally respect me\nI'm off to the sto', to get me, a fo'\nOh, so, I'm headed out the do'\n\nI once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\nHe hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\nAnd now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\nI once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\nHe hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\nAnd now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\n\nYeah, and that's the way it goes down\nThe Dogg Pound, Death Row, ha ha\nFrom Long Beach to Compton, we continue to keep it jumpin'\nAll the way across the globe\nDeath Row for life, ha ha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03. 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(Hell naw) I'm a loc, nigga\n  Who you tryin' to provoke, nigga? Step and get smoked, nigga\n  Strap in the back, I'm rollin' and I'm pumpin'\n  Niggas talk shit, I roll by and start dumpin'\n  Uhh, fool play the role like they G's\n  Punk-ass little fuckin' mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I steps with a Tec, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worse than me\n\n  I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\n  He hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\n  And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well I see, motherfuckers murdered, and mangled\n  Strangled on bitches like a bangle\n  Check it from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never simpin', you'll see me pimpin'\n  I slip the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch 'em fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So, retire the Tec, nuff respect\n  I gets wreck with a Glock and it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known, that's tryin' to check me\n  I wreck microphones, verbally respect me\n  I'm off to the sto', to get me, a fo'\n  Oh, so, I'm headed out the do'\n\n  I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\n  He hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\n  And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\n  I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfuckin' C-P-T\n  He hooked up with some niggas from the L-B-C\n  And now they fuckin' up the whole rap industry\n\n  Yeah, and that's the way it goes down\n  The Dogg Pound, Death Row, ha ha\n  From Long Beach to Compton, we continue to keep it jumpin'\n  All the way across the globe\n  Death Row for life, ha ha\n"},{"id":28588350,"name":"What Would You Do","trackName":"What Would You Do","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Just Doggin'","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack\nDon't wanna fuck with me\n(Dogg Pound Gangstas)\nWe do it like that\nMotherfuckers out there be like, takin' our styles\nBe tryin' to do they own little dissing but they can't do it, you know\nSo we gonna, do it like this\nSit back relax and get a cool one\n\nHave you ever heard of a slughter?\nI oughta start dippin' sippin' on that S-T get's me to trippin'\nI don't slips I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang\nIt's a DPG thang (It's a DPG thang)\nKurupt from the S.C.\nYou wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times\nLike a hollow point headed for your dome\nTake a couple of steps, turn around and it's on\nCouldn't withstand the murderous mental\nI subdue, and then take two to your temple\nWhen I cause holocoust from what's spittin'\nNiggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'\nLook, this is how it's done nigga (1... 2... 3...)\nI grab my strap you best run nigga\nI gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click\nLittlest G, with the biggest dick\n\nShit, a motherfucker betta recognize\nWith a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die\nI snack on motherfuckers like a bone\nKnown to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was bown\nNot to ever love a bitch\nLearned game after game\nThat's why we are the best (That's why we are the best)\nMotherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minute\nBut soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shitted\n\nNow what would you do?\nIf you could fuck with me and my crew?\nBut you can't so don't even think about\nSteppin' in the motherfuckin house\n\nNow what would you do?\nIf you could fuck with me and my crew?\nBut you can't so don't even think about\nSteppin' in the motherfuckin house\n\nBitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay\nEvery single day in the LBC\nCruisin through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style\nWhen I back up a green six-fo' bustin free styles\n\nThere's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case\nHow much money can a nigga make in one place?\nThe review, ain't shit new\nYou stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit my crew\n\nI see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folk\nGet so many busters on the West Coast\nAnd then to say the least\nI see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East Coast\nAnd the question is asked\nDo you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz?\nI'll be the first one to him 'em\nOh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocckout and every nigga down with him\nCause I'm a Natural Born Killer\nAnd I steal a half, motherfucker cuz it's like that\n\nNow what would you do?\nIf you could fuck with me and my crew?\n\nThere's so many motherfuckers that I can include\nWhose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud\nIt doesn't make a difference\nCuz it's about who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence\nFor instance, let's take these Ruthless fools\nThese Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room\nAssume, it's only for conversation\nSo let's conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip\nEmpty out the clip, mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit\n\nNow if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died\nWould the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?\nAnd if I was in your shoes, would I survive? (Would I survive?)\nProbably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop\nNow drop, to your knees\nAnd picture Dat Nigga Daz\n(Flowin') Flowin' in the breeze\n\nNow what would you do?\nIf you could fuck with me and my crew?\nBut you can't so don't even think about\nSteppin' in the motherfuckin house\n\nNow what would you do?\nIf you could fuck with me and my crew?\nBut you can't so don't even think about\nSteppin' in the motherfuckin house, beatchhh!\n\nFrom the twitch of the eyes\nYou can see the line, just know it when you see it\nCause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know\nAnd I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine\nCan you feel yourself in the room with Everlast\nTrying to steal a flow, I don't think so\nCock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy\nIn the way like a stray dog\nTrying to climb, every bitch on his arm\nCock-blockers, come in every color\nEven blue, yeah, now this is true\nTrying to fuck your woman, and even you\nNow what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?\n\nWhat would you do?\nWhat would you do?\nWhat would you do?\nWhat would you do?\n\nIf you could get with me and my crew?\nThe weak ones stick and move\nWhy don't you tell me what\nTell me what you would do? If you could get with\nMe and my crew, with me and my crew\nWhat would you do? What would you do?\nIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?\nWhat would you do?\nWould you get caught with your pants down?\nWhat would you do?\nIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?\nWhat would you do?\nWould you get caught with your pants down?\nWhat would you do?\nIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?\nWhat would you do?\nIf you get caught with your pants down?","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.52] Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack\n[00:31.88] Don't wanna fuck with me\n[00:34.59] (Dogg Pound Gangstas)\n[00:39.60] We do it like that\n[00:41.03] Motherfuckers out there be like, takin' our styles\n[00:41.96] Be tryin' to do they own little dissing but they can't do it, you know\n[00:42.56] So we gonna, do it like this\n[00:43.59] Sit back relax and get a cool one\n[00:54.42] Have you ever heard of a slughter?\n[00:56.18] I oughta start dippin' sippin' on that S-T get's me to trippin'\n[00:59.08] I don't slips I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang\n[01:01.96] It's a DPG thang (It's a DPG thang)\n[01:04.63] Kurupt from the S.C.\n[01:05.33] You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times\n[01:07.84] Like a hollow point headed for your dome\n[01:10.17] Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on\n[01:12.65] Couldn't withstand the murderous mental\n[01:14.59] I subdue, and then take two to your temple\n[01:17.08] When I cause holocoust from what's spittin'\n[01:19.33] Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'\n[01:21.66] Look, this is how it's done nigga (1... 2... 3...)\n[01:24.10] I grab my strap you best run nigga\n[01:25.97] I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click\n[01:28.08] Littlest G, with the biggest dick\n[01:30.51] Shit, a motherfucker betta recognize\n[01:32.67] With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die\n[01:35.10] I snack on motherfuckers like a bone\n[01:37.05] Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was bown\n[01:40.04] Not to ever love a bitch\n[01:41.25] Learned game after game\n[01:42.97] That's why we are the best (That's why we are the best)\n[01:44.17] Motherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minute\n[01:46.44] But soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shitted\n[01:48.77] Now what would you do?\n[01:51.07] If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n[01:53.58] But you can't so don't even think about\n[01:56.03] Steppin' in the motherfuckin house\n[01:57.93] Now what would you do?\n[02:00.28] If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n[02:02.96] But you can't so don't even think about\n[02:05.02] Steppin' in the motherfuckin house\n[02:07.17] Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay\n[02:09.42] Every single day in the LBC\n[02:11.36] Cruisin through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style\n[02:13.80] When I back up a green six-fo' bustin free styles\n[02:16.17] There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case\n[02:18.23] How much money can a nigga make in one place?\n[02:20.56] The review, ain't shit new\n[02:22.66] You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit my crew\n[02:25.12] I see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folk\n[02:27.49] Get so many busters on the West Coast\n[02:29.53] And then to say the least\n[02:31.42] I see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East Coast\n[02:34.17] And the question is asked\n[02:36.22] Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz?\n[02:38.33] I'll be the first one to him 'em\n[02:39.94] Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocckout and every nigga down with him\n[02:43.33] Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer\n[02:45.49] And I steal a half, motherfucker cuz it's like that\n[02:48.79] Now what would you do?\n[02:49.39] If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n[02:52.56] There's so many motherfuckers that I can include\n[02:54.36] Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud\n[02:56.63] It doesn't make a difference\n[02:58.54] Cuz it's about who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence\n[03:01.24] For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools\n[03:03.12] These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room\n[03:05.67] Assume, it's only for conversation\n[03:07.98] So let's conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip\n[03:10.60] Empty out the clip, mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit\n[03:14.64] Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died\n[03:16.90] Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?\n[03:19.07] And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? 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If you could get with\n[04:12.58] Me and my crew, with me and my crew\n[04:12.91] What would you do? What would you do?\n[04:13.14] If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n[04:13.32] What would you do?\n[04:13.81] Would you get caught with your pants down?\n[04:14.26] What would you do?\n[04:14.46] If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n[04:14.65] What would you do?\n[04:14.81] Would you get caught with your pants down?\n[04:15.97] What would you do?\n[04:16.32] If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n[04:16.59] What would you do?\n[04:17.14] If you get caught with your pants down?\n[04:17.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What Would You Do\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Just Doggin'\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 31880\n- text: Don't wanna fuck with me\n  start_ms: 31880\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: (Dogg Pound Gangstas)\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 39600\n- text: We do it like that\n  start_ms: 39600\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: Motherfuckers out there be 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Knocckout and every nigga down with him\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 163330\n- text: Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer\n  start_ms: 163330\n  end_ms: 165490\n- text: And I steal a half, motherfucker cuz it's like that\n  start_ms: 165490\n  end_ms: 168790\n- text: Now what would you do?\n  start_ms: 168790\n  end_ms: 169390\n- text: If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n  start_ms: 169390\n  end_ms: 172560\n- text: There's so many motherfuckers that I can include\n  start_ms: 172560\n  end_ms: 174360\n- text: Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud\n  start_ms: 174360\n  end_ms: 176630\n- text: It doesn't make a difference\n  start_ms: 176630\n  end_ms: 178540\n- text: Cuz it's about who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence\n  start_ms: 178540\n  end_ms: 181240\n- text: For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools\n  start_ms: 181240\n  end_ms: 183120\n- text: These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room\n  start_ms: 183120\n  end_ms: 185670\n- text: Assume, it's only for conversation\n  start_ms: 185670\n  end_ms: 187980\n- text: So let's conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip\n  start_ms: 187980\n  end_ms: 190600\n- text: Empty out the clip, mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit\n  start_ms: 190600\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 196900\n- text: Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?\n  start_ms: 196900\n  end_ms: 199070\n- text: And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? (Would I survive?)\n  start_ms: 199070\n  end_ms: 201560\n- text: Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop\n  start_ms: 201560\n  end_ms: 203870\n- text: Now drop, to your knees\n  start_ms: 203870\n  end_ms: 204770\n- text: And picture Dat Nigga Daz\n  start_ms: 204770\n  end_ms: 207430\n- text: (Flowin') Flowin' in the breeze\n  start_ms: 207430\n  end_ms: 208800\n- text: Now what would you do?\n  start_ms: 208800\n  end_ms: 210730\n- text: If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n  start_ms: 210730\n  end_ms: 212800\n- text: But you can't so don't even think about\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 215520\n- text: Steppin' in the motherfuckin house\n  start_ms: 215520\n  end_ms: 217830\n- text: Now what would you do?\n  start_ms: 217830\n  end_ms: 219740\n- text: If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n  start_ms: 219740\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: But you can't so don't even think about\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 224710\n- text: Steppin' in the motherfuckin house, beatchhh!\n  start_ms: 224710\n  end_ms: 226860\n- text: From the twitch of the eyes\n  start_ms: 226860\n  end_ms: 229180\n- text: You can see the line, just know it when you see it\n  start_ms: 229180\n  end_ms: 231460\n- text: Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know\n  start_ms: 231460\n  end_ms: 233390\n- text: And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine\n  start_ms: 233390\n  end_ms: 235070\n- text: Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast\n  start_ms: 235070\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so\n  start_ms: 236650\n  end_ms: 238780\n- text: Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy\n  start_ms: 238780\n  end_ms: 239340\n- text: In the way like a stray dog\n  start_ms: 239340\n  end_ms: 240820\n- text: Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm\n  start_ms: 240820\n  end_ms: 241820\n- text: Cock-blockers, come in every color\n  start_ms: 241820\n  end_ms: 242580\n- text: Even blue, yeah, now this is true\n  start_ms: 242580\n  end_ms: 244170\n- text: Trying to fuck your woman, and even you\n  start_ms: 244170\n  end_ms: 245840\n- text: Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?\n  start_ms: 245840\n  end_ms: 246960\n- text: What would you do?\n  start_ms: 246960\n  end_ms: 247550\n- text: What would you do?\n  start_ms: 247550\n  end_ms: 248140\n- text: What would you do?\n  start_ms: 248140\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: What would you do?\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: If you could get with me and my crew?\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 250610\n- text: The weak ones stick and move\n  start_ms: 250610\n  end_ms: 251270\n- text: Why don't you tell me what\n  start_ms: 251270\n  end_ms: 251930\n- text: Tell me what you would do? 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Knocckout and every nigga down with him\n  Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer\n  And I steal a half, motherfucker cuz it's like that\n\n  Now what would you do?\n  If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n\n  There's so many motherfuckers that I can include\n  Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud\n  It doesn't make a difference\n  Cuz it's about who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence\n  For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools\n  These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room\n  Assume, it's only for conversation\n  So let's conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip\n  Empty out the clip, mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit\n\n  Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died\n  Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?\n  And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? (Would I survive?)\n  Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop\n  Now drop, to your knees\n  And picture Dat Nigga Daz\n  (Flowin') Flowin' in the breeze\n\n  Now what would you do?\n  If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n  But you can't so don't even think about\n  Steppin' in the motherfuckin house\n\n  Now what would you do?\n  If you could fuck with me and my crew?\n  But you can't so don't even think about\n  Steppin' in the motherfuckin house, beatchhh!\n\n  From the twitch of the eyes\n  You can see the line, just know it when you see it\n  Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know\n  And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine\n  Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast\n  Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so\n  Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy\n  In the way like a stray dog\n  Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm\n  Cock-blockers, come in every color\n  Even blue, yeah, now this is true\n  Trying to fuck your woman, and even you\n  Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?\n\n  What would you do?\n  What would you do?\n  What would you do?\n  What would you do?\n\n  If you could get with me and my crew?\n  The weak ones stick and move\n  Why don't you tell me what\n  Tell me what you would do? If you could get with\n  Me and my crew, with me and my crew\n  What would you do? What would you do?\n  If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n  What would you do?\n  Would you get caught with your pants down?\n  What would you do?\n  If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n  What would you do?\n  Would you get caught with your pants down?\n  What would you do?\n  If you could get with the Dogg Pound?\n  What would you do?\n  If you get caught with your pants down?\n"},{"id":30483364,"name":"Just Doggin (Feat. Nate Dogg)","trackName":"Just Doggin (Feat. 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Nate Dogg)\n\nIt's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\nGot schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\nDaz in the back, Warren G. in the front\nNice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\nBack up I stack up the weed\nTha Pound and the Row is my only friends\nIf you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\nYou talk shit once but never again\n\nWell, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\nSo all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\nTo the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\nWhile your mind is comin where your body is chill\nAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\nNot flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\nYo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\nWanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\nIt's like one to the two, two to the three\nK to the U-R-U-P-T\nIn fact, I steps with a tech in the back\nIn the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\nAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\nHe hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\nAnd now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\nWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\nAn OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\nBut this is just a dove sack of dope\nSo till yo ass dopes this mo\nNow, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\nAnd you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\nCheck this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\nRemember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\nBodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\nWith the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\nDo I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\nWho you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\nGet the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\nNiggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\nUh, who play the role like the G's\nPunk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\nMurder in the first degree\nI step with a tech, burst and flee\nYou'll find none worst than me\nSee, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\nOur bitches like a bangled\nTake ya from a whole different angle\nBitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\nI step the clip in, bust a cap\nWatch them fall flat on they back\nLike this and like that from an automatic strap\nSo for tryin the techno\nRespect I gets wrecked with a glock\nAnd it just don't stop\nI check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\nI wreck microphones verbally, respect me\nI'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\nOh, so I'm headed out the door\n\nNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\nOn a mission up to no good\nWe don't love you bitch\nAfter we finish diggin\nTha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\nFrom the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\nTrick, recognize game when it slaps your face\nSee I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\nOne time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\nNow, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\nWaitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\nSo motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\nAnd get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\nSee I don't love them hoes\nI like a butta nose\nKeep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\nAnd so\nHow, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Feat. 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Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"},{"id":1574961,"name":"Just Doggin'","trackName":"Just Doggin'","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Sunset Park (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Nate Dogg)\n\nIt's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\nGot schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\nDaz in the back, Warren G. in the front\nNice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\nBack up I stack up the weed\nTha Pound and the Row is my only friends\nIf you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\nYou talk shit once but never again\n\nWell, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\nSo all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\nTo the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\nWhile your mind is comin where your body is chill\nAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\nNot flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\nYo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\nWanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\nIt's like one to the two, two to the three\nK to the U-R-U-P-T\nIn fact, I steps with a tech in the back\nIn the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\nAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\nHe hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\nAnd now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\nWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\nAn OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\nBut this is just a dove sack of dope\nSo till yo ass dopes this mo\nNow, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\nAnd you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\nCheck this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\nRemember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\nBodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\nWith the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\nDo I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\nWho you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\nGet the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\nNiggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\nUh, who play the role like the G's\nPunk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\nMurder in the first degree\nI step with a tech, burst and flee\nYou'll find none worst than me\nSee, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\nOur bitches like a bangled\nTake ya from a whole different angle\nBitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\nI step the clip in, bust a cap\nWatch them fall flat on they back\nLike this and like that from an automatic strap\nSo for tryin the techno\nRespect I gets wrecked with a glock\nAnd it just don't stop\nI check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\nI wreck microphones verbally, respect me\nI'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\nOh, so I'm headed out the door\n\nNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\nOn a mission up to no good\nWe don't love you bitch\nAfter we finish diggin\nTha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\nFrom the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\nTrick, recognize game when it slaps your face\nSee I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\nOne time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\nNow, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\nWaitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\nSo motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\nAnd get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\nSee I don't love them hoes\nI like a butta nose\nKeep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\nAnd so\nHow, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Doggin'\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Sunset Park (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"},{"id":19723493,"name":"Just Doggin","trackName":"Just Doggin","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Death Row Records Greatest Hit","duration":296.824958,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. 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Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"},{"id":11042225,"name":"Just Doggin'","trackName":"Just Doggin'","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Sunset Park","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. 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Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"},{"id":39536179,"name":"Just Doggin'","trackName":"Just Doggin'","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Sunset Park","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Nate Dogg)\n\nIt's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\nGot schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\nDaz in the back, Warren G. in the front\nNice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\nBack up I stack up the weed\nTha Pound and the Row is my only friends\nIf you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\nYou talk shit once but never again\n\nWell, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\nSo all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\nTo the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\nWhile your mind is comin where your body is chill\nAs I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\nNot flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\nYo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\nWanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\nIt's like one to the two, two to the three\nK to the U-R-U-P-T\nIn fact, I steps with a tech in the back\nIn the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\nAnd I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\nHe was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\nHe hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\nAnd now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\nWell, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\nAn OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\nBut this is just a dove sack of dope\nSo till yo ass dopes this mo\nNow, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\nAnd you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\nCheck this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\nRemember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\nBodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\nWith the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\nDo I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\nWho you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\nGet the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\nNiggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\nUh, who play the role like the G's\nPunk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\nMurder in the first degree\nI step with a tech, burst and flee\nYou'll find none worst than me\nSee, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\nOur bitches like a bangled\nTake ya from a whole different angle\nBitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\nI step the clip in, bust a cap\nWatch them fall flat on they back\nLike this and like that from an automatic strap\nSo for tryin the techno\nRespect I gets wrecked with a glock\nAnd it just don't stop\nI check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\nI wreck microphones verbally, respect me\nI'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\nOh, so I'm headed out the door\n\nNow as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\nOn a mission up to no good\nWe don't love you bitch\nAfter we finish diggin\nTha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\nFrom the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\nTrick, recognize game when it slaps your face\nSee I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\nOne time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\nNow, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\nWaitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\nSo motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\nAnd get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\nSee I don't love them hoes\nI like a butta nose\nKeep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\nAnd so\nHow, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\nDogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Doggin'\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Sunset Park\n  duration_ms: 283020\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Nate Dogg)\n\n  It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me\n  Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee\n  Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front\n  Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup\n  Back up I stack up the weed\n  Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends\n  If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can\n  You talk shit once but never again\n\n  Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass\n  So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass\n  To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel\n  While your mind is comin where your body is chill\n  As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg\n  Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball\n  Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs\n  Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs\n\n  It's like one to the two, two to the three\n  K to the U-R-U-P-T\n  In fact, I steps with a tech in the back\n  In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap\n\n  And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre\n  He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)\n  He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC\n  And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry\n\n  Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz\n  An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)\n  But this is just a dove sack of dope\n  So till yo ass dopes this mo\n  Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT\n  And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC\n\n  Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga\n  Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby\n  Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump\n  With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start\n  Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga\n  Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga\n  Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin\n  Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin\n  Uh, who play the role like the G's\n  Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please\n  Murder in the first degree\n  I step with a tech, burst and flee\n  You'll find none worst than me\n  See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled\n  Our bitches like a bangled\n  Take ya from a whole different angle\n  Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin\n  I step the clip in, bust a cap\n  Watch them fall flat on they back\n  Like this and like that from an automatic strap\n  So for tryin the techno\n  Respect I gets wrecked with a glock\n  And it just don't stop\n  I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me\n  I wreck microphones verbally, respect me\n  I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)\n  Oh, so I'm headed out the door\n\n  Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood\n  On a mission up to no good\n  We don't love you bitch\n  After we finish diggin\n  Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit\n  From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit\n  Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face\n  See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage\n  One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice\n\n  Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time\n  Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme\n  So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air\n  And get your proper groove on like you don't care\n\n  See I don't love them hoes\n  I like a butta nose\n  Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows\n  And so\n  How, I thought you knew, but now you know\n\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n  Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin\n"}]