Yo dis from the old school

Ha ha, ha hah

Ha ha, check it out

One two three (who be the top MC, it's the K) to the U-R, U-P to the T

(And me, the capital D-the-A-the-Z

The a.k.a., the D-to-P-to-G)

And we, Tha D-to-the-O-to-the-G-to-the-G

(To the P-O, U-N to the D)

It's time D (to rip the M-the-I-the-C)

So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone

Yo E, I pass D the microphone

(Nah cuz) Why D? (To each his own

So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone

Aiyyo, I pass Kurupt the microphone)

It's me, yes the gangbang warrior

who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal

Yo I can't tell, our ride will stop in Drexel

We dwell in the garbage between blazin cell

Let's start with your heart (your heart)

You ain't got the heart for rappin, you can't adapt to transcations

But me, I know the way it should be

to flow slow, like me and D-A-Z

And after that, we'll blaze a fat sack

Dogg Pound Gangstaz, cool cool cool cats

like a jazz player or someone on the accordian

Producin crazy hits and, move the whole audience

Aim the tip, to show you how to tip

MC's in half, load the clip and do a hit

Me, K-U-R-U-P-T, I come equipped

Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to trip

so listen, to this Thunderdome session

The way I drop it, it's Kurupt with no question

(So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone

Aiyyo loc, I pass Kurupt the microphone)

Nah cuz (Why is that?) To each his own

So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone

Check it cuz, I pass Daz the microphone

As I take the spot, with my madd Dogg wear

I start to floss on em, and throw my set in the air

But the older I get, the mo' ass I kick

Usin my rap