Yo, what's up? Eh, yo, what's up Kurupt?
A ***** been so low that I can't come up
Dippin' down the 101 blazin' smoke
A trunk full of beat and a jar of the doe

Kurupt, Snoop, c'mon, let's do the damn thang
Show all the lil' homies how the Dogg Pound bang
Mash fast, the upper cl***
Went from low life to a brotha with cash

Spent all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smokin' dimes to smokin' mafia bags
Went from sometimes to smokin' all in the bath
And Lord knows, I might host the Weed Award Show

I'm lookin' for the 105 gettin' off the 405
Mackin' with this bad *****, she live in Riverside
I met her at the club with my ***** Gotti
5' foot 3, thick with a lot of body

That's what I love 'bout the homies, what's that?
It's just like a ***** gettin' trained, the homie spittin' game
*****, this **** makes no sense
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents

And money and funny *****z don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect weather to get your chips and ball
So you can touch it while you're here, you could die without it
I'd rather have it since it really don't matter

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

A G is a G which we all know
A ***** is a ***** as a hoe's a hoe
Disrespect his cousin I'mma bank ya
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

What's three gangstas in a Cadillac?
With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T's and fat gats like police

When we on the East Coast we get nothin' but love
All off in the club, DJ holla'd out who we was
I looked around and seen some MC's and grabbed the mic
And then I light they *** up to keep the party on high

Hit me on the Motorola, holla at the homie
What's up Kurupt? Sippin' on a Corona
I'm 'bout to dip through, blaze up a quarta ounce
Bounce with the homies and make the toy bounce

I like my Hennessey with coke, I like my weed chronic smoke
I like my gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced
My women give big face, my *****z get big laced
Big homes and big Bentley Coupe's on chromes

We rollin' through the Wild Wild West
No respect to the click, it keeps us on deck
Most *****z probably wanna bust us or even dust us
The thing is we doin' the right thing
So you *****z can't touch us

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

I been on one, ***k a little bit, give me a lot
I want a state not an acre, not a block
I want a skysc****r, not no apartment buildin'
And I want billions in case I got part with millions

They wonder why they ain't reached the top
That's 'cause they don't deserve to
Now shut the ***k up 'fore I get my girl to serve you
Playin' no games, so I check a *****, I ain't sayin' no names

How I movin'? Who I move with? That's what they wonder
But they just can't seem to slide up on it
***** that don't work his **** up off a corner
I work a ***** from Pomona to Tacoma, ***** ya wanna?

Dippin' down the block where all the homies at
Fleetwoods and 'Llacs, all the homies strapped
*****, I rise for the hood homeboy
'What up, dogg?' Nah, it ain't all good, homeboy

Like we said before your face to the floor
We holdin' up your mother***kin' candy store
And don't nobody get up 'til we hit the door
I said lay down, don't look at us, c'mon people

Dogg Pound Gangstas in gray and blue
Took over the world just by stayin' true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money to fold because the game don't wait

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****, ice cold
Mo' Money 2 Fold

The world spins around conce more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow
Mo' Money 2 Fold, *****