Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it
funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce
(Death Row, Death Row)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky,
though?)
(Death Row, Death Row) (get it,
let's get it)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce
(Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big
blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while
I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump- bump- bump- bump
while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound,
we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your
conscience be free
And get down,
stomping grounds is the L- B- C
I slid up out the game and
MCs got whack
But now I'm back (oh shit), so go
get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head
(watch your), I break bread
With Gs (Gs), Muslims (Muslims), hard-
heads and dreads
Bounce (bounce), rock (rock), roller-
skating
On them twenty inch tires with the
platinum Daytons
I'm not that B- G popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up,"
he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All- day demonstration
beat conversation
Ain't no funk as funky as
Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death
Row) (yeah, yeah)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an
ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it
funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death
Row) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Death Row)
I keep niggas in the studio,
word is bond
Been working on your new album
for two years strong
You still can't come up
with the right song
You know what they say,
"Study long, study wrong"
All aboard the train, so come along
'Cause we keep the glue
stuck against the bone
It's alright,
ain't no room for wrong
Doggyland is the motherland,
make yourself at home
I got money- loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy
like DeNiro
I'm international money- maker,
player hater
Shake up for the sake of spending
dollars and I always holler
At a player though 'cause players
know the real from the fake
You can put that on your toast,
your coast and your state
I give you people what you like
What I look like in jail and
can't get on the mic?
Have 'em
sliding in their eel- skins,
grooving in they tennis shoes
Of course it don't stop
being a Westside rider
With no tattoos, that's how they got you
I lay conversation on wax and CDs
B- Gs and originals,
here come the mission
Making biters ride the pine for
the rest of the season
Doggy D- P- G and lil' homie, uh
I represent the L- B- C- ment
Windows tint, nigga, that's the President
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you
can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you
touch your plate
It taste like it's laced
(mh- mh) but it ain't
This one puff, uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce
and a half (half)
Ain't no funk as funky as
Doggystyle (ain't it funky,
though?)
(Death Row, Death
Row) (yeah, yeah)
Everybody know I got more
bounce than an ounce
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky,
though?)
(Death Row, Death
Row) (yeah, uh)
Everybody know I got more
bounce than an ounce
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky,
though?)
(Death Row, Death Row) (yeah)
Everybody know I got more bounce than
an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks
(ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh- ooh)
Yeah (mh- mh- mh)
(Death Row, Death Row) Everybody
(Death Row, Death Row) Everybody know
I got more bounce than an ounce
(Ain't it funky,
though?)
(Ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh- ooh) Yeah,
(mh- mh- mh)
(Death Row, Death)
(Death Row, Death) Ain't it funky, though?