(feat. Kurupt). [Chorus]. Can't nobody. Do you like we do. Can't nobody. Do you like we do. [Kurupt]. Pistols and penitentiaries. Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin. Spead dumpin lead bustin. Tell me you wanna be done. It's so many thangs on these streets. Gang bang on these streets. Heat holders. That hug wit slugs. And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods. Nate show these niggas how it was. And how nobody do it like we does cuz. [Nate Dogg]. Something about the west coast. Makes me bang the beats. Something about the west coast. Makes me run them streets. Somethin about the music. Makes me wanna sing. Something about this chronic. Knocks me off my feet. That's real chronic baby. [Chorus]. [Bridge]. I know you never thought these niggas could be this good. We'd be bumpin in your system from hood to hood. I know you never even though we would last this long. You were dead wrong. Homie this is Nate he's a double O.G.. All up in the place Kurupt. Better ask your girl why she starin at me. Leave me alone. [Kurupt]. Calicos. We ready for the get down. You ready to have sit-down. Bitch nigga sit-down. Runnin in and out ya house. Runnin in and out ya spouse. Don't say shit or I'll be running in and out your mouth. Gangstas get the party crackin. Hit a land and get it crunk. Nate Dogg and Kurupt. Yeah nigga that's wussup. Now I gotta show y'all how the west coast rock shit. Concoct and plot shit. Dogg pound oxes. [Chorus]. [Kurupt]. DPGC. The greatest on this earth. Gangsta that was taught shoot before you converse. Go against the grain and we convert to the worst. Take flight like eagles. Puncture like needles. Touch him without even bein present. The greatest on this earth west coast presents. The Dogg Pound muthafuckin gangsta nigga. On all gold feet. Yeah them all gold D's. We double O.G.'s. [Nate Dogg]. Something about the west coast. Make me bang the beats. Something about the music. Makes me wanna sing. Something about the chronic. Knocks me off my feet. That's real chronic baby.