[Part One - Gang Meeting (Intro)]

[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, Daz Dillinger
Finna take you into some gangster shit
What y'all n***as don't even know about
And now you finsta know about
What we call Gangsta Rap
This is for the n***as who was down from day one

[Tray Deee]
Looka here, looka here, you motherfuckers
I advise all you ghetto livin'
Strugglin' from day to day-tryin' to flip a fifty dollar double up-to buy a bag of weed-a fresh pair of khakis-and take a bitch to the movie-ass n***as, to get your money man, get paid
These motherfuckers is cut off welfare
How we goin' eat, if we don't cheat?
These sons of bitches done even made a game out of young black n***as' lives
Strikin' us out from left to right, with no motherfuckin' end in sight
Fuck that, sell your dope
Get your jack on, get your sag on
Put your rag on and get your motherfuckin' bang on, n***as
'Cause it's on, goddammit it's on
Now where the hell you 'bout to go, youngster?

[Techniec & Tray Deee]
Go ride, n***a
We 'bout to go get the homies, n***a, right now
Oh yeah, motherfucker, it's on
Ayy, come on Bad Azz, let's dip, n***a
It's on now, n***a (It's on)
[Ty Cuzz & Daz Dillinger]
Ayy, ayy, n***a
What's up, n***a?
What's up?
Ayy, n***a
Sup?
N***a, the homie called a big shot today, n***a
Word?!
N***a, you weren't at the meetin' today, n***a
Man, I had to take my baby to the doctor today, man
What's up?
N***a
N***a, ayy, we can't really talk right now though, n***a
Alright
But uh, it's goin' down later on 9:30, n***a
"The Big Man" home, n***a (Dogg Pound Gangsta, n***a)
Be there, n***a (Straight up)
Yeah (Dogg Pound)

[Bad Azz & Daz Dillinger]
What's up, Daz Dillinger?
Shit, Bad Azz, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man
'Least half these punk ass, motherfuckin' n***as around here bullshittin'
Blowin' up the spot, n***a, ain't clockin' no dollar
Man, I'm tryna have—
Man, I ain't tryin' to go for none of this whole bullshit
Man, you know my plot, n***a
I'm up constantly, in my solo hood
Ayy, we might as well do somethin' together
To make this move on over here, 'cause you know—
I know where the knot to be, dog
(Eastside)
[Part Two - Gang Bangin' Ass Criminal]

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I'm comin' through your zone, ignite shit
Dogg Pound Gangstas, to "flame-the-light" shit
'Cause I own all
I'm 20 feet tall, the biggest wall built, fuck around and get killed, get shook
For tryin' to sneak a peak in my book
Comatose-overdose of thoughts when he look
The forbidden (What?)
The hidden zone that I'm hittin'
Don't play with my intelligence, n***a as the heat slittin'
My right front palm
So I only got two choices low key; either blast or bomb, Vietnam
I bring the pain; rain, snow, sleet, or hails (Uh-huh)
Execution style, as the shells from the heat fell down to the ground like the rest of the dummies
That's what the fuck you get for tryna' play with my money (Motherfuckers)
It's nothin' but the Dogg Pound Gangstas
Mashers, verbal disasters, .38 stashes

[Verse 2: Tray Deee]
I arise in disguise and surprise that ass (Yes)
Once you thought you caught me short, I'ma ride and blast
With the cannon, we landin' shit all up in your knots
When n***as drop, then they stop with the plannin' and plots
Got a stock on my gauge, with notches of brave
Mark n***as carved in it, they tried to win and got sprayed
Rip the gates, flip the page to chapter three
First rule: dead fools can't come after me
I master free-styles of catastrophe
Ask for G, a n***a best to answer me
My rep long as the beach that I represent (Eastside)
Dare a n***a with my stare not to step to this
[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]
Now, oh yeah, Tray Deee
I mean, I seen the whole plot, be on alert, they get shot
Anywhere under, that n***a popped
So drop the microphone on my own, I shown to blown
Away faulty MC's with the smudge or a chrome
I take the fame down on my own lyrical name
When the seasons change, when the storms and hurricanes
Why strain? Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise
On stage it get nice, skatin' on mics like ice, twice in a day
I get drunk, smother punks with a plastic bag sack in the truck
Because they rhymes is glam, my shit bump like the doctor
Comin' through bouncin' with the droptop, like gangstas chillin' on the block (Ayy, dog get you some)
Nah, we ain't worry for shit
Got escape doors like Capone when shit get thick for my clique
Forty-fives and nines, three-eighties and automatics (Uh)
Slitherin', comin' through for you and your boys with some static
I gotta have it, lovin' the thrill of the drama
Enthusin' me to gets mine on with the slaughter
I ought to be known as Daz Dillinger
For the shit that I'm known for; a Dogg Pound criminal

[Verse 4: Soopafly]
Now if the spot's hot, I hit the switch, make the top drop
Don't stop, it's Soopafly with the sho shot
Won't stop, I got your whole shit took
Look and listen, I rendition the rhymes with precision
You can't faze, amaze me, I blaze like a saddle
It's Dogg Pound Gangstas, hoverin' like a shadow
I never met a motherfucker who can make it stick
I never met a motherfucker who can fade my clique
You serve, y'all make the twitch like a nerve
You'll try to step to my wild style superb
Adjectives and verbs, action packed with the words
I'll make it stop, the jaws drop and observe
I serve the block with Kurupt, Daz, Style, and Tray Deee
We be comin' with the shit that be the bomb, baby
And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta won't knock you to the floor
Either you stupid as fuck, or just don't know

[Verse 5: Bad Azz]
Now I know, you know, you stupid as fuck
I bust like a sawed-off pump, double barrel on 'em
Black Gambinos at casinos, get De Niro on 'em
If I want 'em, I'm gon' get 'em
If I gotta shot a nine twice, that's what I rhyme like
My clip ain't empty, don't try to test a rider
Tempt me, simply, bust hot lead inside ya
Find ya dead or fightin' for your life with your last few
Live with hot lead from gun blast
Outlaws, outcast, low lifes, outlast
Long Beach n***as blast, yeah, them Eastsiders ride
The most, the coast, the west, the best weed and bitches
Sippin', hittin' switches, dippin', hittin' up in n***as
Itchy fingers on triggers, itty, bitty n***as, ready for a war
We'll kick down your door, drawin' heat and lay everybody down on the floor

[Verse 6: Techniec]
It's the same thing, different places
With snakes, cowards and strong-arm robbery cases
N***as faces on paper chases, it was seen, it was written
It ain't forbidden for homies to be splittin'
Disagreein' on what was hittin', knowin' what occurs
The many obstacles, impressions to defeat from gettin' served (Gettin' served)
Growin' up is rough, your name hits the streets, it gets tough
You can get scuffed and stuffed, then I guess, you had enough ('Nough)
Overbearin' crimes is sequential
It ain't coincidental that I keeps it stored in my mental
My eyes is for seein', so I watch (Watch), bodies and plots run the plots
Callin' shots, hold your knots (N***a)
Grips, that's why I keeps my dip in progress
'Cause bodies of weed tryna to defeat the progress
I just ain't the one for the mischief, ya hear
Young Josey sees loot, I got a mission to hit
And constantly flips scripts how the world revolves
Fast talkin' and quick draws, how the problems is solved
I want it all (I want it all)
But it's movin' too slow, I'm 'bout to blow
I don't know which way to go
Was on the right path, I thought
Went out doin' dirt, and worry about gettin' caught
(Gettin' caught, gettin' caught, gettin' caught)