Usual Suspects

Ha, what ya got?

It get hectic livin' life as a suspect

Ferocious out there, wild as a grizzly bear

Yo girl on a mission tryna jack ol boy for the cash

Two ski masks, strapped, where the yay at?

Ain't nothin' nice about the criminal life

Knives and guns and the chains and the teens in gangs

That done dropped outta school, he too cool

To read a book, see nook, crooks wind up on the news

The earth rattle, the over contaminated cattle

The enemies sail across seas to do battle

I know, I used to do those, now I'm retired

I desire not to have my soul burn fire

Everybody got a nickname and they clique bang

Rumble you can hear it through the concrete jungle

I spit it so well cause I see it all day

Homemade, pushin' sledge, spittin' gettin' that

Ladies say hey come close, I don't bite

I go to class durin' the day and I work at night

I go where I want and I do what I like

I'm pursuin' doin' plumbin', layin' down pipes (that's right)

A million things run through my mind

And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time

Time brings change and change brings time

Just sit back and listen let me hit you wit a line

That I wrote and I quote that it's dope from the top

Please don't you quit, oh Snoop can't stop

I rock non stop when I have that mic

I give you motherfuckers just what ya like

You can bounce, you can pop, but just don't stop

Cause when I take the mic I plan to make your body rock

And don't you quit and don't you spit nothing to me

Cause you can't do me, why you talkin' madness you handed

Your microphone to your mouth now

You couldn't spit nothin' couldn't even turn it out, dumb ass

You got jealous and the fellas got mad at you

You couldn't do what the L.B.C. Crew do

You couldn't do what the D.P.G. niggas do

And you damn sure can't do what the L.A. zoo do

Try to stay true and try to get wit this

Niggas since Dogg was on the mic I'm too sick wit this

And when I come with some, boy I'm so ridiculous

Now shut the fuck up and listen while I'm kickin' this

A million things run through my mind

And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time

Killin' up crews give 'em the real street blues

Have 'em slidin' in they eel skins, groovin' in they tennis shoes

Of course I don't stop, being a west side rider

Wit no tattoos, that's how they got you

I make conversations on rappers CD's

And B.G.s and originals listen for the mission

Behind the wall, raise the shot call

Aimin' at the liberty blastin' artillery

My mental mind state is to build and create

And to weed out suckers, cremate motherfuckers

Mail through, put it down on your whole military

Pen ink scary like death at 13ths

So all you alley cats get your eyes off the trash

And beware the bow wow cause I'm bitin' at your ass

And got you barkin' at the wrong tree, nigga

Can't you see we got the whole game locked like the penitentiary, nigga

A million things run through my mind

And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time

What you watchin' the clock for?

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin'

Me and my niggas just keep on dippin'

But I ain't set trippin'

Yeah throwin' down y'all

They fucked around and let some dogs in the zoo

I've never seen a dog at a zoo

True

Oh yeah, west coast

(We are party people, Dogg Pound Gangstas are party people)