[{"id":27719385,"name":"Tha Dogg Pound - Respect","trackName":"Tha Dogg Pound - Respect","artistName":"Snoop Dogg","albumName":"Tha Dogg Pound","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nUh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\nHuh, you can't see me, huh\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of That Nigga Daz, shit\nBeatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\nGot the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\nNow, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n(What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\n('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\nNow, as a child I was raised in the church\nNow, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\nI'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\nUnlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\nAnd not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\nAs I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\nOn a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\nNow, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n(Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\nWhat makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\nFor me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nEmpty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\nCan you comprehend or adapt to?\n\nRespect to the Death Row Inmates\nDeath Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\nThis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFree Dogg Pound territory\nThat Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\nSnoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\nFuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n(D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\nLord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\nNow, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevatin' too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\nSet-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\nSixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\nIndustry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\nControllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\nNiggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\nAnticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound - we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\nWill I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\nA fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\nIn the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\nSurprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killer, do or die if I have to\nAll day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\nI live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\nBefore I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\nStep to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRide or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you better be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nPrince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\nThey form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nIs it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nThe sexy girls they love the doggy style\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\nAnd wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\nDogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n'Cause we no respect no guys\n'Cause guys take orders and shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\nEazy! Yeah!\nWest Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\nBig-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\nLord! (Lord!)\n'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\nJust quote, the faggot come here with the violence\nDeath Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\nWell, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\nNo faggot come here actin' like this\nOh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\nYes star, Ital, you're large\nBig up Daz and the crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, every time\nEazy!\nDr. Dre and the posse\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.93] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.20] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.94] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.22] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.38] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.30] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.50] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.71] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.72] Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.40] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n[00:38.36] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.44] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:43.91] (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n[00:46.77] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.21] ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n[00:51.12] Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.44] Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n[00:56.84] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n[00:59.12] I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n[01:01.35] Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n[01:04.78] And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n[01:06.83] As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n[01:08.76] On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:11.25] Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n[01:13.79] (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n[01:16.52] What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n[01:18.66] For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n[01:21.98] 'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.45] Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n[01:27.36] Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n[01:30.21] Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n[01:31.97] Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n[01:34.63] Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n[01:36.50] To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n[01:39.57] This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:42.05] Free Dogg Pound territory\n[01:44.53] That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n[01:46.70] Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n[01:49.45] Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n[01:52.31] (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n[01:58.37] Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n[02:01.21] Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.36] The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n[02:07.09] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.50] With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n[02:11.87] Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n[02:14.50] Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n[02:17.33] Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n[02:19.81] Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n[02:22.21] Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n[02:24.78] Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.30] The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.65] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n[02:32.96] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.46] And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:37.16] (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n[02:40.19] Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:42.13] Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n[02:45.22] A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n[02:47.63] In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n[02:50.08] Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:51.93] Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.71] All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n[02:57.72] I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n[03:00.13] Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n[03:02.38] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n[03:04.87] Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n[03:06.95] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.10] Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.53] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:13.67] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:15.37] We don't have to stoop to your level\n[03:17.65] But when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:19.23] Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:20.35] Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n[03:22.54] 'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:24.31] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.76] So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n[03:30.27] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.91] Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:37.98] Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n[03:38.95] Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:41.72] They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:44.34] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:46.82] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:49.28] Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n[03:50.59] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n[03:55.79] And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n[03:58.12] And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n[04:05.43] Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n[04:14.98] 'Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:17.35] 'Cause guys take orders and shit\n[04:21.54] We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n[04:26.70] Respect to the crew\n[04:28.59] Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n[04:33.32] Eazy! Yeah!\n[04:36.58] West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n[04:39.25] Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n[04:47.42] Lord! (Lord!)\n[04:52.22] 'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n[04:58.42] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.19] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n[05:04.17] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.55] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.75] Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n[05:13.81] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.96] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.60] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:27.38] Eazy!\n[05:29.77] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:32.59] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tha Dogg Pound - Respect\n  artist: Snoop Dogg\n  album: Tha Dogg Pound\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 170\n  end_ms: 3930\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 3930\n  end_ms: 5200\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 5200\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 14380\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 14380\n  end_ms: 15300\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 15300\n  end_ms: 19500\n- text: Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  start_ms: 19500\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: Back up in that ass once again\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26720\n- text: Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n  start_ms: 26720\n  end_ms: 30500\n- text: Some of that gangsta funk\n  start_ms: 30500\n  end_ms: 32400\n- text: Some of that ghetto funk\n  start_ms: 32400\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 38360\n- text: Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n  start_ms: 38360\n  end_ms: 41440\n- text: Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  start_ms: 41440\n  end_ms: 43910\n- text: (What you wan' do? 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Yeah\n  start_ms: 245430\n  end_ms: 254980\n- text: '''Cause we no respect no guys'\n  start_ms: 254980\n  end_ms: 257350\n- text: '''Cause guys take orders and shit'\n  start_ms: 257350\n  end_ms: 261540\n- text: We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  start_ms: 261540\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 268590\n- text: Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n  start_ms: 268590\n  end_ms: 273320\n- text: Eazy! Yeah!\n  start_ms: 273320\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 279250\n- text: Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 279250\n  end_ms: 287420\n- text: Lord! (Lord!)\n  start_ms: 287420\n  end_ms: 292220\n- text: '''Nough respect (''nough respect)'\n  start_ms: 292220\n  end_ms: 298420\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298420\n  end_ms: 301190\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  start_ms: 301190\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 306550\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306550\n  end_ms: 309750\n- text: Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 309750\n  end_ms: 313810\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313810\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 321600\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321600\n  end_ms: 327380\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 327380\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Uh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\n  Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n  Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n\n  Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Free Dogg Pound territory\n  That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\n  Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\n  Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\n  Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\n  I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\n  Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  'Cause we no respect no guys\n  'Cause guys take orders and shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\n  Eazy! Yeah!\n  West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  Lord! (Lord!)\n  'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\n  Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  No faggot come here actin' like this\n  Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\n  Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  Big up Daz and the crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  Eazy!\n  Dr. Dre and the posse\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":24526844,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Tha Dogg Pound","duration":354.873469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Tha Dogg Pound\n  duration_ms: 354873\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":28066419,"name":"03. Tha Dogg Pound - Respect","trackName":"03. Tha Dogg Pound - Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nUh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\nHuh, you can't see me, huh\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of That Nigga Daz, shit\nBeatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\nGot the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\nNow, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n(What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\n('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\nNow, as a child I was raised in the church\nNow, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\nI'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\nUnlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\nAnd not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\nAs I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\nOn a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\nNow, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n(Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\nWhat makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\nFor me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nEmpty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\nCan you comprehend or adapt to?\n\nRespect to the Death Row Inmates\nDeath Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\nThis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFree Dogg Pound territory\nThat Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\nSnoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\nFuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n(D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\nLord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\nNow, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevatin' too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\nSet-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\nSixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\nIndustry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\nControllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\nNiggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\nAnticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound - we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\nWill I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\nA fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\nIn the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\nSurprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killer, do or die if I have to\nAll day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\nI live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\nBefore I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\nStep to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRide or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you better be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nPrince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\nThey form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nIs it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nThe sexy girls they love the doggy style\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\nAnd wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\nDogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n'Cause we no respect no guys\n'Cause guys take orders and shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\nEazy! Yeah!\nWest Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\nBig-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\nLord! (Lord!)\n'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\nJust quote, the faggot come here with the violence\nDeath Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\nWell, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\nNo faggot come here actin' like this\nOh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\nYes star, Ital, you're large\nBig up Daz and the crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, every time\nEazy!\nDr. Dre and the posse\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.93] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.20] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.94] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.22] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.38] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.30] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.50] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.71] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.72] Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.40] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n[00:38.36] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.44] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:43.91] (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n[00:46.77] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.21] ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n[00:51.12] Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.44] Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n[00:56.84] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n[00:59.12] I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n[01:01.35] Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n[01:04.78] And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n[01:06.83] As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n[01:08.76] On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:11.25] Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n[01:13.79] (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n[01:16.52] What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n[01:18.66] For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n[01:21.98] 'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.45] Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n[01:27.36] Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n[01:30.21] Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n[01:31.97] Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n[01:34.63] Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n[01:36.50] To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n[01:39.57] This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:42.05] Free Dogg Pound territory\n[01:44.53] That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n[01:46.70] Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n[01:49.45] Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n[01:52.31] (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n[01:58.37] Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n[02:01.21] Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.36] The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n[02:07.09] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.50] With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n[02:11.87] Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n[02:14.50] Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n[02:17.33] Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n[02:19.81] Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n[02:22.21] Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n[02:24.78] Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.30] The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.65] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n[02:32.96] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.46] And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:37.16] (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n[02:40.19] Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:42.13] Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n[02:45.22] A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n[02:47.63] In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n[02:50.08] Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:51.93] Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.71] All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n[02:57.72] I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n[03:00.13] Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n[03:02.38] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n[03:04.87] Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n[03:06.95] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.10] Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.53] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:13.67] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:15.37] We don't have to stoop to your level\n[03:17.65] But when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:19.23] Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:20.35] Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n[03:22.54] 'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:24.31] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.76] So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n[03:30.27] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.91] Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:37.98] Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n[03:38.95] Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:41.72] They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:44.34] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:46.82] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:49.28] Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n[03:50.59] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n[03:55.79] And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n[03:58.12] And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n[04:05.43] Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n[04:14.98] 'Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:17.35] 'Cause guys take orders and shit\n[04:21.54] We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n[04:26.70] Respect to the crew\n[04:28.59] Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n[04:33.32] Eazy! Yeah!\n[04:36.58] West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n[04:39.25] Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n[04:47.42] Lord! (Lord!)\n[04:52.22] 'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n[04:58.42] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.19] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n[05:04.17] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.55] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.75] Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n[05:13.81] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.96] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.60] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:27.38] Eazy!\n[05:29.77] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:32.59] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03. 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End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  start_ms: 43910\n  end_ms: 46770\n- text: I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  start_ms: 46770\n  end_ms: 49210\n- text: ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 49210\n  end_ms: 51120\n- text: Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  start_ms: 51120\n  end_ms: 53440\n- text: Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 56840\n- text: I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  start_ms: 56840\n  end_ms: 59120\n- text: I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  start_ms: 59120\n  end_ms: 61350\n- text: Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  start_ms: 61350\n  end_ms: 64780\n- text: And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  start_ms: 64780\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 68760\n- text: On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n  start_ms: 68760\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 76520\n- text: What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  start_ms: 76520\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 81980\n- text: '''Cause I''m in my own zone, alone I''m found'\n  start_ms: 81980\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87360\n- text: Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  start_ms: 87360\n  end_ms: 90210\n- text: Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n  start_ms: 90210\n  end_ms: 91970\n- text: Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  start_ms: 91970\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 96500\n- text: To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  start_ms: 96500\n  end_ms: 99570\n- text: This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  start_ms: 99570\n  end_ms: 102050\n- text: Free Dogg Pound territory\n  start_ms: 102050\n  end_ms: 104530\n- text: That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  start_ms: 104530\n  end_ms: 106700\n- text: Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  start_ms: 106700\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112310\n- text: (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  start_ms: 112310\n  end_ms: 118370\n- text: Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n  start_ms: 118370\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124360\n- text: The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  start_ms: 124360\n  end_ms: 127090\n- text: Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  start_ms: 127090\n  end_ms: 129500\n- text: With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  start_ms: 129500\n  end_ms: 131870\n- text: Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  start_ms: 131870\n  end_ms: 134500\n- text: Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  start_ms: 134500\n  end_ms: 137330\n- text: Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  start_ms: 137330\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 142210\n- text: Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  start_ms: 142210\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 147300\n- text: The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  start_ms: 147300\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 152960\n- text: All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  start_ms: 152960\n  end_ms: 154460\n- text: And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 154460\n  end_ms: 157160\n- text: (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  start_ms: 157160\n  end_ms: 160190\n- text: Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 160190\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 165220\n- text: A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  start_ms: 165220\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 170080\n- text: Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  start_ms: 170080\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174710\n- text: All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n  start_ms: 174710\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180130\n- text: Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  start_ms: 180130\n  end_ms: 182380\n- text: From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  start_ms: 182380\n  end_ms: 184870\n- text: Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  start_ms: 184870\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 190100\n- text: Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n  start_ms: 190100\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 192530\n  end_ms: 193670\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 193670\n  end_ms: 195370\n- text: We don't have to stoop to your level\n  start_ms: 195370\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: But when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 200350\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  start_ms: 200350\n  end_ms: 202540\n- text: '''Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun'\n  start_ms: 202540\n  end_ms: 204310\n- text: And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  start_ms: 204310\n  end_ms: 207760\n- text: So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  start_ms: 207760\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212910\n- text: Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 212910\n  end_ms: 217980\n- text: Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 217980\n  end_ms: 218950\n- text: Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 218950\n  end_ms: 221720\n- text: They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n  start_ms: 221720\n  end_ms: 224340\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 224340\n  end_ms: 226820\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 226820\n  end_ms: 229280\n- text: Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 229280\n  end_ms: 230590\n- text: Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  start_ms: 230590\n  end_ms: 233290\n- text: The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  start_ms: 233290\n  end_ms: 235790\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  start_ms: 235790\n  end_ms: 238120\n- text: And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n  start_ms: 238120\n  end_ms: 245430\n- text: Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  start_ms: 245430\n  end_ms: 254980\n- text: '''Cause we no respect no guys'\n  start_ms: 254980\n  end_ms: 257350\n- text: '''Cause guys take orders and shit'\n  start_ms: 257350\n  end_ms: 261540\n- text: We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  start_ms: 261540\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 268590\n- text: Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n  start_ms: 268590\n  end_ms: 273320\n- text: Eazy! Yeah!\n  start_ms: 273320\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 279250\n- text: Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 279250\n  end_ms: 287420\n- text: Lord! (Lord!)\n  start_ms: 287420\n  end_ms: 292220\n- text: '''Nough respect (''nough respect)'\n  start_ms: 292220\n  end_ms: 298420\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298420\n  end_ms: 301190\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  start_ms: 301190\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 306550\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306550\n  end_ms: 309750\n- text: Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 309750\n  end_ms: 313810\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313810\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 321600\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321600\n  end_ms: 327380\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 327380\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Uh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\n  Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n  Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n\n  Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Free Dogg Pound territory\n  That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\n  Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\n  Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\n  Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\n  I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\n  Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  'Cause we no respect no guys\n  'Cause guys take orders and shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\n  Eazy! Yeah!\n  West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  Lord! (Lord!)\n  'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\n  Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  No faggot come here actin' like this\n  Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\n  Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  Big up Daz and the crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  Eazy!\n  Dr. Dre and the posse\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":357483,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.97] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.20] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.94] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.21] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.01] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.38] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.20] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.75] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.95] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.75] Beatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.55] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.48] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.83] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n[00:38.23] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.43] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:44.18] (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n[00:46.73] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.20] ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n[00:51.12] Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.43] Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n[00:56.88] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n[00:59.17] I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n[01:01.35] Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n[01:04.79] And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n[01:06.53] As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n[01:08.77] On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:11.26] Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n[01:13.75] Not realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n[01:16.53] What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n[01:18.56] For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n[01:21.85] 'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.30] Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n[01:27.36] Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n[01:30.27] Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n[01:31.91] Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n[01:34.68] Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n[01:36.55] To bust a gunshot in a idiot face\n[01:39.51] This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:42.03] Free Dogg Pound territory\n[01:44.51] That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n[01:46.77] Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n[01:49.49] Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n[01:52.39] (D.P.G, Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n[01:58.49] Lord\n[02:01.22] Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.63] The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n[02:07.08] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.55] With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n[02:11.84] Set-trip, the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n[02:14.50] 60 percent's trippin', 40 percents bullshittin'\n[02:17.39] Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n[02:19.82] Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n[02:21.98] Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n[02:24.75] Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.33] The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.61] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n[02:32.93] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.80] And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:37.17] (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n[02:40.15] Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:42.15] Will I see myself on top by the age of 22 or will I drop?\n[02:45.41] A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n[02:47.65] In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n[02:50.00] Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:52.48] Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.76] All day, 24-7 and blastin' if I have to\n[02:57.78] I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n[03:00.14] Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n[03:02.28] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n[03:04.82] Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n[03:07.25] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.16] Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.61] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:13.95] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:15.25] We don't have to stoop to your level\n[03:17.63] But when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:19.28] Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:20.34] Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n[03:22.59] 'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:24.32] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.74] So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n[03:30.28] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.95] Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:37.93] Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n[03:38.93] Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:41.78] They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:43.55] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:46.85] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:49.27] Is it Death Row? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:50.52] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.21] The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n[03:55.71] And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n[03:58.34] And wild (oh) Eazy!\n[04:05.46] Dogg Pound rruns things,you know? Yeah\n[04:14.72] 'Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:17.82] 'Cause guys take orders and shit\n[04:21.73] We no take orders, we give order\n[04:26.61] Respect to the crew\n[04:29.07] Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt\n[04:32.82] Eazy! Yeah!\n[04:36.33] West Coast, every time\n[04:40.53] Big-up to the Death Row posse\n[04:47.38] Lord!\n[04:52.35] 'Nough respect\n[04:58.49] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.14] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence\n[05:04.19] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.57] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.78] Oh, Lord, oh, Lord\n[05:13.88] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.90] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.63] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:26.37] Eazy!\n[05:28.06] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:31.76] Yeah\n[05:54.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 190\n  end_ms: 3970\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 3970\n  end_ms: 5200\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 5200\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 10210\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 10210\n  end_ms: 14010\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 14010\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 15380\n  end_ms: 19200\n- text: Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  start_ms: 19200\n  end_ms: 21750\n- text: Back up in that ass once again\n  start_ms: 21750\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: Beatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 30550\n- text: Some of that gangsta funk\n  start_ms: 30550\n  end_ms: 32480\n- text: Some of that ghetto funk\n  start_ms: 32480\n  end_ms: 34830\n- text: Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  start_ms: 34830\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 41430\n- text: Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  start_ms: 41430\n  end_ms: 44180\n- text: (What you wan' do? 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(Yeah)\n  start_ms: 149610\n  end_ms: 152930\n- text: All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  start_ms: 152930\n  end_ms: 154800\n- text: And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 154800\n  end_ms: 157170\n- text: (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  start_ms: 157170\n  end_ms: 160150\n- text: Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 160150\n  end_ms: 162150\n- text: Will I see myself on top by the age of 22 or will I drop?\n  start_ms: 162150\n  end_ms: 165410\n- text: A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  start_ms: 165410\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  start_ms: 167650\n  end_ms: 170000\n- text: Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  start_ms: 170000\n  end_ms: 172480\n- text: Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  start_ms: 172480\n  end_ms: 174760\n- text: All day, 24-7 and blastin' if I have to\n  start_ms: 174760\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 180140\n- text: Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  start_ms: 180140\n  end_ms: 182280\n- text: From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  start_ms: 182280\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 190160\n- text: Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n  start_ms: 190160\n  end_ms: 192610\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 192610\n  end_ms: 193950\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 193950\n  end_ms: 195250\n- text: We don't have to stoop to your level\n  start_ms: 195250\n  end_ms: 197630\n- text: But when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 197630\n  end_ms: 199280\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 199280\n  end_ms: 200340\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  start_ms: 200340\n  end_ms: 202590\n- text: '''Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun'\n  start_ms: 202590\n  end_ms: 204320\n- text: And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  start_ms: 204320\n  end_ms: 207740\n- text: So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  start_ms: 207740\n  end_ms: 210280\n- text: The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  start_ms: 210280\n  end_ms: 212950\n- text: Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 212950\n  end_ms: 217930\n- text: Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 217930\n  end_ms: 218930\n- text: Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 218930\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223550\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 223550\n  end_ms: 226850\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 226850\n  end_ms: 229270\n- text: Is it Death Row? Yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 229270\n  end_ms: 230520\n- text: Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  start_ms: 230520\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235710\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  start_ms: 235710\n  end_ms: 238340\n- text: And wild (oh) Eazy!\n  start_ms: 238340\n  end_ms: 245460\n- text: Dogg Pound rruns things,you know? Yeah\n  start_ms: 245460\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: '''Cause we no respect no guys'\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257820\n- text: '''Cause guys take orders and shit'\n  start_ms: 257820\n  end_ms: 261730\n- text: We no take orders, we give order\n  start_ms: 261730\n  end_ms: 266610\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266610\n  end_ms: 269070\n- text: Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt\n  start_ms: 269070\n  end_ms: 272820\n- text: Eazy! Yeah!\n  start_ms: 272820\n  end_ms: 276330\n- text: West Coast, every time\n  start_ms: 276330\n  end_ms: 280530\n- text: Big-up to the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 280530\n  end_ms: 287380\n- text: Lord!\n  start_ms: 287380\n  end_ms: 292350\n- text: '''Nough respect'\n  start_ms: 292350\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 301140\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence\n  start_ms: 301140\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 306570\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306570\n  end_ms: 309780\n- text: Oh, Lord, oh, Lord\n  start_ms: 309780\n  end_ms: 313880\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313880\n  end_ms: 317900\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317900\n  end_ms: 321630\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321630\n  end_ms: 326370\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 326370\n  end_ms: 328060\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 328060\n  end_ms: 331760\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 331760\n  end_ms: 354810\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":21040817,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":352.3641344,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food\n  duration_ms: 352364\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":26399625,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":357.021,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food\n  duration_ms: 357021\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":38292552,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":35456876,"name":"Respect (LP Version)","trackName":"Respect (LP Version)","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Respect","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nUh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\nHuh, you can't see me, huh\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of That Nigga Daz, shit\nBeatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\nNow, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n(What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\n('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n\nNow, as a child I was raised in the church\nNow, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\nI'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n\nUnlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\nAnd not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\nAs I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\nOn a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\nNow, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\nNot realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\nWhat makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\nFor me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nEmpty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\nCan you comprehend or adapt to?\n\nRespect to the Death Row Inmates\nDeath Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\nTo bust a gunshot in a idiot face\nThis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFree Dogg Pound territory\nThat Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\nSnoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\nFuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n(D.P.G, Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\nLord\n\nNow, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevatin' too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\nSet-trip, the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n60 percent's trippin', 40 percents bullshittin'\nIndustry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\nControllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\nNiggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\nAnticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\nWill I see myself on top by the age of 22 or will I drop?\nA fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\nIn the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\nSurprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n\nAnybody killer, do or die if I have to\nAll day, 24-7 and blastin' if I have to\nI live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\nBefore I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\nStep to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRide or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n\n'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you better be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nPrince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\nThey form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nIs it Death Row? Yes, you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nThe sexy girls they love the doggy style\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\nAnd wild (oh) Eazy!\n\nDogg Pound rruns things,you know? Yeah\n'Cause we no respect no guys\n'Cause guys take orders and shit\nWe no take orders, we give order\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt\n\nEazy! Yeah!\nWest Coast, every time\nBig-up to the Death Row posse\nLord!\n'Nough respect\n\nJust quote, the faggot come here with the violence\nDeath Row are gon' make you dead and silence\nWell, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\nNo faggot come here actin' like this\nOh, Lord, oh, Lord\n\nYes star, Ital, you're large\nBig up Daz and the crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, every time\nEazy!\nDr. Dre and the posse\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.90] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.27] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.95] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.22] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.00] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.35] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.21] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.77] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.91] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.76] Beatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.58] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.49] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.87] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n[00:38.30] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.43] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:44.11] (What you wan' do? 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(Yeah)\n[02:32.92] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.73] And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:37.18] (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? 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Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:41.75] They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:43.55] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:46.83] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:49.28] Is it Death Row? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:50.54] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n[03:55.72] And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n[03:58.34] And wild (oh) Eazy!\n[04:05.48] Dogg Pound rruns things,you know? Yeah\n[04:14.75] 'Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:17.83] 'Cause guys take orders and shit\n[04:21.73] We no take orders, we give order\n[04:26.68] Respect to the crew\n[04:29.06] Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt\n[04:32.85] Eazy! Yeah!\n[04:36.37] West Coast, every time\n[04:40.52] Big-up to the Death Row posse\n[04:47.31] Lord!\n[04:52.31] 'Nough respect\n[04:58.44] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.16] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence\n[05:04.12] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.52] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.73] Oh, Lord, oh, Lord\n[05:13.81] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.98] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.62] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:26.33] Eazy!\n[05:28.03] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:31.78] Yeah\n[05:33.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect (LP Version)\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Respect\n  duration_ms: 354000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 130\n  end_ms: 3900\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 3900\n  end_ms: 5270\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 5270\n  end_ms: 8950\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 8950\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 14000\n- text: Huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 14000\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Back up in that ass once again\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 26760\n- text: Beatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\n  start_ms: 26760\n  end_ms: 30580\n- text: Some of that gangsta funk\n  start_ms: 30580\n  end_ms: 32490\n- text: Some of that ghetto funk\n  start_ms: 32490\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 38300\n- text: Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n  start_ms: 38300\n  end_ms: 41430\n- text: Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  start_ms: 41430\n  end_ms: 44110\n- text: (What you wan' do? 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Yeah!\n  start_ms: 272850\n  end_ms: 276370\n- text: West Coast, every time\n  start_ms: 276370\n  end_ms: 280520\n- text: Big-up to the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 280520\n  end_ms: 287310\n- text: Lord!\n  start_ms: 287310\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: '''Nough respect'\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 298440\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298440\n  end_ms: 301160\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence\n  start_ms: 301160\n  end_ms: 304120\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304120\n  end_ms: 306520\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306520\n  end_ms: 309730\n- text: Oh, Lord, oh, Lord\n  start_ms: 309730\n  end_ms: 313810\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313810\n  end_ms: 317980\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317980\n  end_ms: 321620\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321620\n  end_ms: 326330\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 326330\n  end_ms: 328030\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 328030\n  end_ms: 331780\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 331780\n  end_ms: 333350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 333350\nplain: |-\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Uh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\n  Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  Beatin' up on your eardrums with some of that G-Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n\n  Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n\n  Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  Not realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n\n  Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  To bust a gunshot in a idiot face\n  This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Free Dogg Pound territory\n  That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  (D.P.G, Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  Lord\n\n  Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  Set-trip, the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  60 percent's trippin', 40 percents bullshittin'\n  Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\n  Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\n  Will I see myself on top by the age of 22 or will I drop?\n  A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n\n  Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  All day, 24-7 and blastin' if I have to\n  I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n\n  'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Is it Death Row? Yes, you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  And wild (oh) Eazy!\n\n  Dogg Pound rruns things,you know? Yeah\n  'Cause we no respect no guys\n  'Cause guys take orders and shit\n  We no take orders, we give order\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt\n\n  Eazy! Yeah!\n  West Coast, every time\n  Big-up to the Death Row posse\n  Lord!\n  'Nough respect\n\n  Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence\n  Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  No faggot come here actin' like this\n  Oh, Lord, oh, Lord\n\n  Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  Big up Daz and the crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  Eazy!\n  Dr. Dre and the posse\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":32116152,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food (Digitally Remastered)","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food (Digitally Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":16971281,"name":"Respect (Prod. Daz)","trackName":"Respect (Prod. Daz)","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":354.786667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nor will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Intro: Dr. Dre\n[00:00.10] I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n[00:19.51] You can't see me, hah\n[00:21.72] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n[00:26.70] Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.37] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n[00:38.34] Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.21] Verse One: Dogg Pound\n[00:41.48] Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n[00:43.92] What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n[00:46.72] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.24] Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n[00:50.85] (Daz)\n[00:51.12] Now as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.45] Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n[00:56.89] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n[00:59.14] I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n[01:02.37] For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n[01:04.75] And not a soul saw who did it\n[01:06.80] As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n[01:08.72] On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:10.97] (Kurupt)\n[01:11.17] Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n[01:14.15] Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n[01:16.56] What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n[01:18.60] For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n[01:21.87] Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.13] You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n[01:27.30] Perhaps you, know I acts a\n[01:28.97] Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n[01:31.16] Chorus: Prince Ital\n[01:31.93] Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n[01:34.60] Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n[01:36.55] To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n[01:39.52] Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:41.77] Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n[01:44.32] Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n[01:46.77] Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n[01:49.48] Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n[01:58.20] Lawd\n[01:59.27] Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n[01:59.27] (Kurupt)\n[02:01.23] Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.31] The rate of success is elevating too fast\n[02:07.21] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.49] With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n[02:11.80] Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n[02:14.56] Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n[02:17.36] Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n[02:19.85] Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n[02:22.26] Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n[02:24.78] Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.33] The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.62] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n[02:32.74] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.88] And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n[02:37.14] (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n[02:40.00] Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n[02:41.93] (Daz)\n[02:42.14] Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n[02:44.88] or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n[02:47.68] In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n[02:50.06] Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:52.50] Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.83] On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n[02:57.78] I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n[03:00.16] Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n[03:02.36] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n[03:04.83] Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n[03:07.45] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.05] Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.51] Outro: Prince Ital\n[03:12.56] We dont got to stoop low\n[03:14.28] We dont got to stoop low\n[03:15.21] We dont got to stoop to your level\n[03:17.69] But when they see we coming lawd\n[03:19.25] Now when they see we coming lawd\n[03:20.32] Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n[03:22.54] Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:25.21] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.78] So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n[03:30.29] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.99] Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:35.30] Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n[03:37.92] Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n[03:40.53] Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:43.38] An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:45.96] An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:48.15] Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n[03:50.51] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n[03:55.73] An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:58.19] An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n[04:05.46] Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n[04:15.23] Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:18.02] Cause guys dick arder than shit\n[04:21.83] We no take orders, we give orders\n[04:26.70] Respect to the crew\n[04:29.38] Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n[04:33.35] Eh, Yeah\n[04:36.75] West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n[04:42.61] To the Death Row posse\n[04:46.46] Lawd!\n[04:52.90] Nuff respect\n[04:58.58] Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n[05:01.16] Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n[05:04.19] Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n[05:06.54] No faggot come here actin like dis\n[05:08.89] Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n[05:13.42] Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n[05:17.96] Nigga Daz an de crew\n[05:21.66] Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n[05:25.61] EAZY!\n[05:28.15] Dr. Dre an de massives\n[05:31.95] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect (Prod. 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start_ms: 174830\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 180160\n- text: Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  start_ms: 180160\n  end_ms: 182360\n- text: From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  start_ms: 182360\n  end_ms: 184830\n- text: Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  start_ms: 184830\n  end_ms: 187450\n- text: Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 187450\n  end_ms: 190050\n- text: Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n  start_ms: 190050\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: 'Outro: Prince Ital'\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 192560\n- text: We dont got to stoop low\n  start_ms: 192560\n  end_ms: 194280\n- text: We dont got to stoop low\n  start_ms: 194280\n  end_ms: 195210\n- text: We dont got to stoop to your level\n  start_ms: 195210\n  end_ms: 197690\n- text: But when they see we coming lawd\n  start_ms: 197690\n  end_ms: 199250\n- text: Now when they see we coming lawd\n  start_ms: 199250\n  end_ms: 200320\n- text: Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  start_ms: 200320\n  end_ms: 202540\n- text: Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  start_ms: 202540\n  end_ms: 205210\n- text: And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  start_ms: 205210\n  end_ms: 207780\n- text: So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  start_ms: 207780\n  end_ms: 210290\n- text: The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  start_ms: 210290\n  end_ms: 212990\n- text: Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  start_ms: 212990\n  end_ms: 215300\n- text: Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 215300\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220530\n- text: Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  start_ms: 220530\n  end_ms: 223380\n- text: An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 223380\n  end_ms: 225960\n- text: An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  start_ms: 225960\n  end_ms: 228150\n- text: Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 228150\n  end_ms: 230510\n- text: Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  start_ms: 230510\n  end_ms: 233290\n- text: De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  start_ms: 233290\n  end_ms: 235730\n- text: An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  start_ms: 235730\n  end_ms: 238190\n- text: An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  start_ms: 238190\n  end_ms: 245460\n- text: Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  start_ms: 245460\n  end_ms: 255230\n- text: Cause we no respect no guys\n  start_ms: 255230\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 261830\n- text: We no take orders, we give orders\n  start_ms: 261830\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 269380\n- text: Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  start_ms: 269380\n  end_ms: 273350\n- text: Eh, Yeah\n  start_ms: 273350\n  end_ms: 276750\n- text: West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  start_ms: 276750\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: To the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 286460\n- text: Lawd!\n  start_ms: 286460\n  end_ms: 292900\n- text: Nuff respect\n  start_ms: 292900\n  end_ms: 298580\n- text: Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  start_ms: 298580\n  end_ms: 301160\n- text: Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  start_ms: 301160\n  end_ms: 304190\n- text: Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  start_ms: 304190\n  end_ms: 306540\n- text: No faggot come here actin like dis\n  start_ms: 306540\n  end_ms: 308890\n- text: Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  start_ms: 308890\n  end_ms: 313420\n- text: Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  start_ms: 313420\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: Nigga Daz an de crew\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 321660\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  start_ms: 321660\n  end_ms: 325610\n- text: EAZY!\n  start_ms: 325610\n  end_ms: 328150\n- text: Dr. Dre an de massives\n  start_ms: 328150\n  end_ms: 331950\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 331950\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're 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crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":15667172,"name":"Respect (feat. 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ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nor will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Intro: Dr. Dre\n[00:00.10] I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n[00:19.51] You can't see me, hah\n[00:21.72] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n[00:26.70] Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.37] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n[00:38.34] Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.21] Verse One: Dogg Pound\n[00:41.48] Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n[00:43.92] What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n[00:46.72] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.24] Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n[00:50.85] (Daz)\n[00:51.12] Now as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.45] Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n[00:56.89] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n[00:59.14] I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n[01:02.37] For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n[01:04.75] And not a soul saw who did it\n[01:06.80] As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n[01:08.72] On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:10.97] (Kurupt)\n[01:11.17] Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n[01:14.15] Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n[01:16.56] What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n[01:18.60] For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n[01:21.87] Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.13] You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n[01:27.30] Perhaps you, know I acts a\n[01:28.97] Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n[01:31.16] Chorus: Prince Ital\n[01:31.93] Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n[01:34.60] Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n[01:36.55] To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n[01:39.52] Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:41.77] Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n[01:44.32] Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n[01:46.77] Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n[01:49.48] Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n[01:58.20] Lawd\n[01:59.27] Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n[01:59.27] (Kurupt)\n[02:01.23] Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.31] The rate of success is elevating too fast\n[02:07.21] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.49] With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n[02:11.80] Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n[02:14.56] Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n[02:17.36] Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n[02:19.85] Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n[02:22.26] Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n[02:24.78] Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.33] The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.62] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n[02:32.74] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.88] And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n[02:37.14] (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n[02:40.00] Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n[02:41.93] (Daz)\n[02:42.14] Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n[02:44.88] or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n[02:47.68] In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n[02:50.06] Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:52.50] Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.83] On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n[02:57.78] I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n[03:00.16] Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n[03:02.36] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n[03:04.83] Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n[03:07.45] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.05] Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.51] Outro: Prince Ital\n[03:12.56] We dont got to stoop low\n[03:14.28] We dont got to stoop low\n[03:15.21] We dont got to stoop to your level\n[03:17.69] But when they see we coming lawd\n[03:19.25] Now when they see we coming lawd\n[03:20.32] Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n[03:22.54] Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:25.21] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.78] So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n[03:30.29] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.99] Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:35.30] Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n[03:37.92] Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n[03:40.53] Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:43.38] An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:45.96] An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:48.15] Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n[03:50.51] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n[03:55.73] An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n[03:58.19] An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n[04:05.46] Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n[04:15.23] Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:18.02] Cause guys dick arder than shit\n[04:21.83] We no take orders, we give orders\n[04:26.70] Respect to the crew\n[04:29.38] Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n[04:33.35] Eh, Yeah\n[04:36.75] West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n[04:42.61] To the Death Row posse\n[04:46.46] Lawd!\n[04:52.90] Nuff respect\n[04:58.58] Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n[05:01.16] Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n[05:04.19] Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n[05:06.54] No faggot come here actin like dis\n[05:08.89] Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n[05:13.42] Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n[05:17.96] Nigga Daz an de crew\n[05:21.66] Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n[05:25.61] EAZY!\n[05:28.15] Dr. Dre an de massives\n[05:31.95] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect (feat. 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325610\n- text: EAZY!\n  start_ms: 325610\n  end_ms: 328150\n- text: Dr. Dre an de massives\n  start_ms: 328150\n  end_ms: 331950\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 331950\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck 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The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, 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(Yeah)\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\nWill I see myself on top by the age of 22? 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(Lord!)\n'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\nJust quote, the faggot come here with the violence\nDeath Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\nWell, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\nNo faggot come here actin' like this\nOh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\nYes star, Ital, you're large\nBig up Daz and the crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, every time\nEazy!\nDr. Dre and the posse\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.93] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.20] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.94] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.22] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.38] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.30] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.50] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.71] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.72] Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.40] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n[00:38.36] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.44] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:43.91] (What you wan' do? 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(Lord!)\n[04:52.22] 'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n[04:58.42] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.19] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n[05:04.17] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.55] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.75] Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n[05:13.81] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.96] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.60] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:27.38] Eazy!\n[05:29.77] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:32.59] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect (feat. 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End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  start_ms: 43910\n  end_ms: 46770\n- text: I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  start_ms: 46770\n  end_ms: 49210\n- text: ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  start_ms: 49210\n  end_ms: 51120\n- text: Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  start_ms: 51120\n  end_ms: 53440\n- text: Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 56840\n- text: I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  start_ms: 56840\n  end_ms: 59120\n- text: I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  start_ms: 59120\n  end_ms: 61350\n- text: Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  start_ms: 61350\n  end_ms: 64780\n- text: And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  start_ms: 64780\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 68760\n- text: On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n  start_ms: 68760\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 76520\n- text: What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  start_ms: 76520\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 81980\n- text: '''Cause I''m in my own zone, alone I''m found'\n  start_ms: 81980\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 87360\n- text: Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  start_ms: 87360\n  end_ms: 90210\n- text: Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n  start_ms: 90210\n  end_ms: 91970\n- text: Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  start_ms: 91970\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 96500\n- text: To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  start_ms: 96500\n  end_ms: 99570\n- text: This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  start_ms: 99570\n  end_ms: 102050\n- text: Free Dogg Pound territory\n  start_ms: 102050\n  end_ms: 104530\n- text: That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  start_ms: 104530\n  end_ms: 106700\n- text: Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  start_ms: 106700\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112310\n- text: (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  start_ms: 112310\n  end_ms: 118370\n- text: Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n  start_ms: 118370\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124360\n- text: The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  start_ms: 124360\n  end_ms: 127090\n- text: Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  start_ms: 127090\n  end_ms: 129500\n- text: With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  start_ms: 129500\n  end_ms: 131870\n- text: Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  start_ms: 131870\n  end_ms: 134500\n- text: Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  start_ms: 134500\n  end_ms: 137330\n- text: Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  start_ms: 137330\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 142210\n- text: Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  start_ms: 142210\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 147300\n- text: The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  start_ms: 147300\n  end_ms: 149650\n- text: And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 149650\n  end_ms: 152960\n- text: All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  start_ms: 152960\n  end_ms: 154460\n- text: And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 154460\n  end_ms: 157160\n- text: (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  start_ms: 157160\n  end_ms: 160190\n- text: Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  start_ms: 160190\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 165220\n- text: A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  start_ms: 165220\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 170080\n- text: Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  start_ms: 170080\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174710\n- text: All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n  start_ms: 174710\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180130\n- text: Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  start_ms: 180130\n  end_ms: 182380\n- text: From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  start_ms: 182380\n  end_ms: 184870\n- text: Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  start_ms: 184870\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 190100\n- text: Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n  start_ms: 190100\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 192530\n  end_ms: 193670\n- text: We don't have to stoop low\n  start_ms: 193670\n  end_ms: 195370\n- text: We don't have to stoop to your level\n  start_ms: 195370\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: But when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 200350\n- text: Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  start_ms: 200350\n  end_ms: 202540\n- text: '''Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun'\n  start_ms: 202540\n  end_ms: 204310\n- text: And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  start_ms: 204310\n  end_ms: 207760\n- text: So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  start_ms: 207760\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212910\n- text: Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 212910\n  end_ms: 217980\n- text: Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 217980\n  end_ms: 218950\n- text: Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 218950\n  end_ms: 221720\n- text: They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n  start_ms: 221720\n  end_ms: 224340\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 224340\n  end_ms: 226820\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  start_ms: 226820\n  end_ms: 229280\n- text: Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  start_ms: 229280\n  end_ms: 230590\n- text: Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  start_ms: 230590\n  end_ms: 233290\n- text: The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  start_ms: 233290\n  end_ms: 235790\n- text: And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  start_ms: 235790\n  end_ms: 238120\n- text: And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n  start_ms: 238120\n  end_ms: 245430\n- text: Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  start_ms: 245430\n  end_ms: 254980\n- text: '''Cause we no respect no guys'\n  start_ms: 254980\n  end_ms: 257350\n- text: '''Cause guys take orders and shit'\n  start_ms: 257350\n  end_ms: 261540\n- text: We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  start_ms: 261540\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 268590\n- text: Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n  start_ms: 268590\n  end_ms: 273320\n- text: Eazy! Yeah!\n  start_ms: 273320\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 279250\n- text: Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 279250\n  end_ms: 287420\n- text: Lord! (Lord!)\n  start_ms: 287420\n  end_ms: 292220\n- text: '''Nough respect (''nough respect)'\n  start_ms: 292220\n  end_ms: 298420\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298420\n  end_ms: 301190\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  start_ms: 301190\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 306550\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306550\n  end_ms: 309750\n- text: Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 309750\n  end_ms: 313810\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313810\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 321600\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321600\n  end_ms: 327380\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 327380\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Uh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\n  Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n  Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n\n  Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Free Dogg Pound territory\n  That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\n  Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\n  Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\n  Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\n  I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\n  Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  'Cause we no respect no guys\n  'Cause guys take orders and shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\n  Eazy! Yeah!\n  West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  Lord! (Lord!)\n  'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\n  Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  No faggot come here actin' like this\n  Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\n  Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  Big up Daz and the crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  Eazy!\n  Dr. Dre and the posse\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":18343606,"name":"Respect (feat. Nanci Fletcher, Dr. Dre, Big Pimpin' Delemond & Prince Ital Joe)","trackName":"Respect (feat. Nanci Fletcher, Dr. Dre, Big Pimpin' Delemond & Prince Ital Joe)","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":354.4673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nUh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\nHuh, yeah\nI know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\nHuh, you can't see me, huh\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of That Nigga Daz, shit\nBeatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\nGot the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\nNow, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n(What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\n('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\nNow, as a child I was raised in the church\nNow, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\nI'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\nUnlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\nAnd not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\nAs I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\nOn a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\nNow, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n(Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\nWhat makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\nFor me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nEmpty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\nCan you comprehend or adapt to?\n\nRespect to the Death Row Inmates\nDeath Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\nThis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFree Dogg Pound territory\nThat Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\nSnoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\nFuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n(D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\nLord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\nNow, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevatin' too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\nSet-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\nSixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\nIndustry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\nControllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\nNiggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\nAnticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound - we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n(Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\nWill I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\nA fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\nIn the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\nSurprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killer, do or die if I have to\nAll day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\nI live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\nBefore I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\nStep to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRide or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop low\nWe don't have to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord\nNow, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you better be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nPrince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\nThey form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\nIs it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nThe sexy girls they love the doggy style\nAnd wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\nAnd wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\nDogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n'Cause we no respect no guys\n'Cause guys take orders and shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\nEazy! Yeah!\nWest Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\nBig-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\nLord! (Lord!)\n'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\nJust quote, the faggot come here with the violence\nDeath Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\nWell, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\nNo faggot come here actin' like this\nOh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\nYes star, Ital, you're large\nBig up Daz and the crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, every time\nEazy!\nDr. Dre and the posse\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:03.93] Huh, yeah\n[00:05.20] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:08.94] Uh, yeah\n[00:10.22] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:14.38] Huh, yeah\n[00:15.30] I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n[00:19.50] Huh, you can't see me, huh\n[00:21.71] Back up in that ass once again\n[00:23.72] With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n[00:26.72] Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n[00:30.50] Some of that gangsta funk\n[00:32.40] Some of that ghetto funk\n[00:34.86] Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n[00:38.36] Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n[00:41.44] Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n[00:43.91] (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n[00:46.77] I don't know why we got to kill each other\n[00:49.21] ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n[00:51.12] Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n[00:53.44] Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n[00:56.84] I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n[00:59.12] I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n[01:01.35] Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n[01:04.78] And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n[01:06.83] As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n[01:08.76] On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n[01:11.25] Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n[01:13.79] (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n[01:16.52] What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n[01:18.66] For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n[01:21.98] 'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n[01:24.45] Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n[01:27.36] Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n[01:30.21] Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n[01:31.97] Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n[01:34.63] Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n[01:36.50] To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n[01:39.57] This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n[01:42.05] Free Dogg Pound territory\n[01:44.53] That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n[01:46.70] Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n[01:49.45] Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n[01:52.31] (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n[01:58.37] Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n[02:01.21] Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n[02:04.36] The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n[02:07.09] Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n[02:09.50] With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n[02:11.87] Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n[02:14.50] Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n[02:17.33] Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n[02:19.81] Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n[02:22.21] Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n[02:24.78] Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n[02:27.30] The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n[02:29.65] And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n[02:32.96] All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n[02:34.46] And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:37.16] (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n[02:40.19] Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n[02:42.13] Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n[02:45.22] A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n[02:47.63] In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n[02:50.08] Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n[02:51.93] Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n[02:54.71] All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n[02:57.72] I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n[03:00.13] Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n[03:02.38] From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n[03:04.87] Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n[03:06.95] Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n[03:10.10] Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n[03:12.53] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:13.67] We don't have to stoop low\n[03:15.37] We don't have to stoop to your level\n[03:17.65] But when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:19.23] Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n[03:20.35] Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n[03:22.54] 'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n[03:24.31] And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n[03:27.76] So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n[03:30.27] The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n[03:32.91] Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:37.98] Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n[03:38.95] Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n[03:41.72] They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n[03:44.34] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n[03:46.82] And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n[03:49.28] Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n[03:50.59] Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n[03:53.29] The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n[03:55.79] And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n[03:58.12] And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n[04:05.43] Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n[04:14.98] 'Cause we no respect no guys\n[04:17.35] 'Cause guys take orders and shit\n[04:21.54] We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n[04:26.70] Respect to the crew\n[04:28.59] Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n[04:33.32] Eazy! Yeah!\n[04:36.58] West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n[04:39.25] Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n[04:47.42] Lord! (Lord!)\n[04:52.22] 'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n[04:58.42] Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n[05:01.19] Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n[05:04.17] Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n[05:06.55] No faggot come here actin' like this\n[05:09.75] Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n[05:13.81] Yes star, Ital, you're large\n[05:17.96] Big up Daz and the crew\n[05:21.60] Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n[05:27.38] Eazy!\n[05:29.77] Dr. Dre and the posse\n[05:32.59] Yeah\n[05:34.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect (feat. 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Yeah\n  start_ms: 245430\n  end_ms: 254980\n- text: '''Cause we no respect no guys'\n  start_ms: 254980\n  end_ms: 257350\n- text: '''Cause guys take orders and shit'\n  start_ms: 257350\n  end_ms: 261540\n- text: We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  start_ms: 261540\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: Respect to the crew\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 268590\n- text: Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n  start_ms: 268590\n  end_ms: 273320\n- text: Eazy! Yeah!\n  start_ms: 273320\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 279250\n- text: Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  start_ms: 279250\n  end_ms: 287420\n- text: Lord! (Lord!)\n  start_ms: 287420\n  end_ms: 292220\n- text: '''Nough respect (''nough respect)'\n  start_ms: 292220\n  end_ms: 298420\n- text: Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  start_ms: 298420\n  end_ms: 301190\n- text: Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  start_ms: 301190\n  end_ms: 304170\n- text: Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  start_ms: 304170\n  end_ms: 306550\n- text: No faggot come here actin' like this\n  start_ms: 306550\n  end_ms: 309750\n- text: Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 309750\n  end_ms: 313810\n- text: Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  start_ms: 313810\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: Big up Daz and the crew\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 321600\n- text: Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  start_ms: 321600\n  end_ms: 327380\n- text: Eazy!\n  start_ms: 327380\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Dr. Dre and the posse\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 334640\nplain: |-\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Uh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n  Huh, yeah\n  I know you're bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see you\n\n  Huh, you can't see me, huh\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of That Nigga Daz, shit\n  Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G-Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G (he-he)\n  Got the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Now, tell me what's poppin' in your head, my brother?\n  (What you wan' do? End up dead, motherfucker?)\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  ('Cause on the streets, it's do or die, motherfucker!)\n  Now, as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now, whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?\n\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the streets (uh)\n  I'm runnin' '94, and I done ran '93\n  Unlike no hurdle, for the murders I committed in my homie for convertible\n  And not a soul saw who did it (you get that?)\n  As I lean to the side in my homie G-Ride\n  On a mission, for deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  Now, if you see me mobbin' down the streets, what would ya think?\n  (Not) realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct\n  What makes my mind flip to perfect timin'?\n  For me to twist shit, switch and rip shit the fuck-up like The Shining\n  'Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  Empty inside, but death is all around like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a fool if I have to\n  Can you comprehend or adapt to?\n\n  Respect to the Death Row Inmates\n  Death Row Inmates, Lord, them never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face\n  This is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Free Dogg Pound territory\n  That Nigga Daz put you inna the cemetery\n  Snoop Dogg, the criminal mentality\n  Fuck with dirty Kurupt and you're dead each way\n  (D.P.G - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)\n  Lord (Lord, Lord, Lord)\n\n  Now, with That Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevatin' too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern, count the amount, there's more to be earned (hey)\n  Set-trip - the word I hear every nigga spittin' (hey)\n  Sixty percent's trippin', forty percents bullshittin'\n  Industry's shady, my safety's in jeopardy\n  Controllin' minds like mental telepathy (ooh)\n\n  Niggas shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in ya eyes\n  Anticipatin' for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound - we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme! (Yeah)\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n  (Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin' gangsta shit\n\n  Will I see myself on top by the age of 22? Or will I drop?\n  A fallen star that has been forgotten, not!\n  In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash\n  Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killer, do or die if I have to\n  All day, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to\n\n  I live my life by the sword accordin' to the law\n  Before I stopped to wonder why the journey's so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin' dirt\n  Step to mine and find yourself vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Ride or die, death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop low\n  We don't have to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord\n  Now, when they see we comin', Lord, they tremble\n  'Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you better be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an' wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Prince Ital Joe, yes, you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound? Yes, you're well versatile\n  They form the picture of the gangsta styler\n\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild, Dogg Pound\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked an' wild\n  Is it Death Row? Yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  The sexy girls they love the doggy style\n  And wild, yes, you're wicked and wild\n  And wild (ha-ha-ha) (oh) Eazy!\n\n  Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) run things (run things), you know? (You know?) Yeah\n  'Cause we no respect no guys\n  'Cause guys take orders and shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders (orders, orders)\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz, and me brethren, dirty Kurupt (Kurupt, Kurupt)\n\n  Eazy! Yeah!\n  West Coast (West Coast), every time (every time)\n  Big-up! (Big-up! Big-up!) To the Death Row posse\n  Lord! (Lord!)\n  'Nough respect ('nough respect)\n\n  Just quote, the faggot come here with the violence\n  Death Row are gon' make you dead and silence (silence)\n  Well, them 'fraid to try, when afraid of no person an'\n  No faggot come here actin' like this\n  Oh, Lord, (oh Lord), oh Lord (oh Lord), ha-ha-ha (ha-ha-ha)\n\n  Yes star, Ital, you're large\n  Big up Daz and the crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, every time\n  Eazy!\n  Dr. Dre and the posse\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":29619244,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Ruthless Family® Gangstape Vol. I","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Ruthless Family® Gangstape Vol. I\n  duration_ms: 354000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":16654191,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Let's Play House [CDS]","duration":356.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nor will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Let's Play House [CDS]\n  duration_ms: 356760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":15778130,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Let's Play House","duration":356.806531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nor will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Let's Play House\n  duration_ms: 356807\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":37632246,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Let's Play House","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Let's Play House\n  duration_ms: 353000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":37359512,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Let's Play House (Single)","duration":357.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Dr. Dre\n\nI know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\nYou can't see me, hah\nBack up in that ass once again\nWith some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\nBeatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\nSome of that gangsta funk\nSome of that ghetto funk\nCall it what you want, just don't forget the G\nGot the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\nVerse One: Dogg Pound\n\nNow tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\nWhat you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\nI don't know why we got to kill each other\nCause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n(Daz)\nNow as a child I was raised in the church\nNow what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\nI gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\nI'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\nFor the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\nAnd not a soul saw who did it\nAs I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\nOn a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\nRealizing that I'm surviving off instinct\nWhat makes my mind click to perfect timing\nFor me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\nCause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\nYou think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\nPerhaps you, know I acts a\nFool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\nChorus: Prince Ital\n\nRespect to the Deathrow Inmates\nDeathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\nTo bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\nDis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\nFraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\nLifetime in static, put you inna your place\nDogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\nMess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\nLawd\n\nVerse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n(Kurupt)\nNow wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\nThe rate of success is elevating too fast\nEvery corner that I turn, there's money to burn\nWith no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\nSet-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\nSixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\nIndusty's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\nControl the mind with mental telepathy nigga\nShady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\nAnticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\nThe Pound, we roll thick like one-time\nAnd I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\nAll we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\nAnd kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n(Say what say what say what say what say what?)\nKick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n(Daz)\nWell I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\nOr will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\nIn the past, I only hustled for the cash\nSuprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\nAnybody killa, do or die if I have to\nOn deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\nI live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\nWho would stop the movement why I journied so far\nFrom the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\nStep to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\nBeyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\nRiders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop low\nWe dont got to stoop to your level\nBut when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd\nNow when they see we coming lawd they tremble\nCause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\nAnd you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\nSo don't fuck, you betta be respectable\nThe nine millimeter, is really dreadable\nWicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\nPrince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\nIs it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\nDey form de picture of the gangsta styler\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\nAn wild yes you're wicked an wild\nIs it Death Row yes you're well versatile\nYes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\nDe sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\nAn wild, yes you're wicked an wild\nAn wild... hahaha. eazy!\nDogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\nCause we no respect no guys\nCause guys dick arder than shit\nWe no take orders, we give orders\nRespect to the crew\nNigga Daz,? .Kurupt\nEh, Yeah\nWest coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\nTo the Death Row posse\nLawd!\nNuff respect\nJust quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\nDeath Row are gon make you dead and silence\nWell dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\nNo faggot come here actin like dis\nOh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\nYes Kurupt huge, you're large\nNigga Daz an de crew\nSnoop Dogg, big up, everytime\nEAZY!\nDr. Dre an de massives\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Respect\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Let's Play House (Single)\n  duration_ms: 356760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Dr. Dre\n\n  I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)\n  You can't see me, hah\n  Back up in that ass once again\n  With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit\n  Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk\n  Some of that gangsta funk\n  Some of that ghetto funk\n  Call it what you want, just don't forget the G\n  Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house\n\n  Verse One: Dogg Pound\n\n  Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother\n  What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker\n  I don't know why we got to kill each other\n  Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker\n\n  (Daz)\n  Now as a child I was raised in the church\n  Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt\n  I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street\n  I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle\n  For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable\n  And not a soul saw who did it\n  As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride\n  On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)\n  Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct\n  What makes my mind click to perfect timing\n  For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining\n  Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found\n  You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town\n  Perhaps you, know I acts a\n  Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to\n\n  Chorus: Prince Ital\n\n  Respect to the Deathrow Inmates\n  Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate\n  To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face\n  Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste\n  Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace\n  Lifetime in static, put you inna your place\n  Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality\n  Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way\n  Lawd\n\n  Verse Two: Dogg Pound\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast\n  The rate of success is elevating too fast\n  Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn\n  With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned\n  Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit\n  Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit\n  Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy\n  Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga\n  Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes\n  Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise\n  The Pound, we roll thick like one-time\n  And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme\n  All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed\n  And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n  (Say what say what say what say what say what?)\n  Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit\n\n  (Daz)\n  Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two\n  Or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not\n  In the past, I only hustled for the cash\n  Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass\n  Anybody killa, do or die if I have to\n  On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to\n  I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long\n  Who would stop the movement why I journied so far\n  From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt\n  Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth\n  Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace\n  Riders died death is unexplainable when you die\n\n  Outro: Prince Ital\n\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop low\n  We dont got to stoop to your level\n  But when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd\n  Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble\n  Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun\n  And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible\n  So don't fuck, you betta be respectable\n  The nine millimeter, is really dreadable\n  Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile\n  Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile\n  Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound\n  An wild yes you're wicked an wild\n  Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile\n  Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile\n  De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle\n  An wild, yes you're wicked an wild\n  An wild... hahaha. eazy!\n  Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah\n  Cause we no respect no guys\n  Cause guys dick arder than shit\n  We no take orders, we give orders\n  Respect to the crew\n  Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt\n  Eh, Yeah\n  West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!\n  To the Death Row posse\n  Lawd!\n  Nuff respect\n  Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence\n  Death Row are gon make you dead and silence\n  Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an\n  No faggot come here actin like dis\n  Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha\n  Yes Kurupt huge, you're large\n  Nigga Daz an de crew\n  Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime\n  EAZY!\n  Dr. Dre an de massives\n  Yeah\n"}]