Thrown Up Da C

(Intro: Daz)
 Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 Keepin' it goin' everyday all day
 And it just don't stop (Once again)
 Dogg Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T... D-A to the Z
 Soopa-doopa on the beat...
 (Kurupt)
 First thing I do is blaze up a sack
 Hit up my nigga Daz like what's todays plans?
 Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a bitch
 Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the twist
 (Daz Dillinger)
 We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue
 And got what we got from bein' real and bein' true
 And no clue - they never imagined
 how the two come back, with Kurupt with a mag'
 (Kurupt)
 Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose
 Me and my nigga Daz been over the moon and back down
 Been on opposite sides and still roam
 I missed my nigga, damn it feels good be home
 (Daz Dillinger)
 It's reality check
 Live in your face with a semi artillery tec
 Dumpin' til' the whole clip's empty
 I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a rental
 Life is the key of the situation homie
 'cause it's drastic and mental, cuz
 (Chorus)
 Everybody could (see)
 We throwin' up the (C)
 Can't nobody (see)
 D.P.G. (C)
 Drinkin' Henne(ssy)
 Cause they all wanna (see)
 From here to over the (sea)
 D.P.G. (C)
 (Kurupt)
 We got a D.P. picnic poppin', it ain't stoppin'
 Music knockin', scores of fours hoppin'
 (Daz Dillinger)
 Now everybody wave your hands from side to side
 And everybody get your pistols if you're ready to ride
 D.P.G. (C)
 (Daz Dillinger)
 That's our terminology
 Fuck it 'cause it gotta be, broken off properly
 The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
 Lace your Chucks homies 'cause you're catchin' the blues - onsite
 You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
 See it's a cold night, full moon
 You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM
 (Kurupt)
 We been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
 Right, left, two step
 Rider music, let's ride
 Push on, hood slide
 I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to drinkin'
 I do too much - but my homies love me anyway
 Back to back, we down to let the semi spray
 Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up with Corday
 (Chorus)
 (Kurupt)
 Nickels and nines
 Hesitation could make a nigga lose his life
 These women can make a nigga lose his mind
 All we got is each other, health and time
 (Daz Dillinger)
 See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli
 It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
 The arsonal is active, flip you up backwards
 To killers to gangstas, from criminal jackers
 D.P.G. (C)
 (Kurupt)
 Rider redemption, firin' plastic... nothin' but classics
 bumpin' out my motherfuckin' speaker box
 Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters cocked
 (Daz Dillinger)
 See we some young niggaz growin' in the life of crime
 We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest plate and spine
 Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind
 And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more time?
 (Chorus) - 2X