Pump, Pump [DVD]

[Chorus] Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump, pump pump Pump pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we Be the motherfuckin G funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin' nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin' in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go Rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin' this [Chorus:Repeat x2] Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg (pump pump) [Verse Two: Snoop] Now you can look to the sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Foggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin' with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin b.g. I'm shaki'n up the party, like lodi dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin'-ninety-three I'm fuckin' up every nigga known in the industry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin' name, who am I? (the s-n-double-o-p) nickname (silky smell) last name (d-o-double-g) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound [Chorus] [Verse Three: Malik] Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear I got somethin' for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permission, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin' on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot [Chorus]