Daz:
  ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...
  
  Kurupt:
  G'd up, we're back, that's what I keep hearing
  We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)
  Better ask your folks about the D-O-double G's
  
  How long could the war last on a warpath?
  We're still heat nigga, still signing autographs
  Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash
  The poetical poltergeist, verbal Jerry Weiss
  Fuck the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest
  I fuck around and call it crisis
  with preciseness, and precisely this
  See we make the shit that precisely hits.
  So how soon could you pump up the volume
  Hand you your ends and pump up my album
  Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust
  I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours
  Cocking back your name, blasting anything
  Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang
  It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
  G-R, Gang Related, and we are
  
  We are (fresh) (repeat)
  
  I spit poison, poisonous darts
  I aim, bomb and charge
  One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart
  Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again
  Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed
  touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds
  Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping
  I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming
  'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!)
  I fade in to see how Baby sparks
  No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks
  Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
  I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
  This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit
  DPG completely, running through shit
  
  We are (fresh) (repeat)
  
  break it down
  
  Daz (Kurupt):
  Party people clap your hands, keep rocking
  Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (kick that shit)
  Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
  Party people clap your hands (yeah)
  Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)
  Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (bitch)
  Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
  Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,
  come on, sing it)
  
  It's just a gangsta party
  
  Kurupt:
  Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic
  Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath
  And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst
  Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust
  And I just might just blast
  Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass
  You know I'm the rawest MC with it
  Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it
  I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon
  Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone
  Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind
  Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head
  Keep busting till he's dead
  D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street
  What you got, flame or some heat?
  Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???)
  Powerful, strong or weak?
  All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...
  
  (fresh) we are (repeat)
  
  Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg
  
  Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg
  Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big C Style
  The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's
  D-A-Z, he made the beat, 'cause we are...
  Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah
  You know it, 'cause we are icons