(Tear 'Em Off) Me and My Doggz

The dog saw me and, they tear

They, looked liked they try to tear him off

I said, "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband!"

I was sitting at home, about to eat dinner

Had a hard day at the studio, was gettin' thinner

My nigga Spikey Loc was playin' basketball

And my niggas in the backyard 'bout to squab my dogs

Dirt Red gets cream, it's a good scheme

But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team

I squabble, fight, 'cause that's what I do

Dogg Pound for life, nigga, uh, thought you knew

But you didn't, you think I'm kiddin', nigga, my dogs scrap

They get down for theirs, bring 'em right to the back

Hit the gate, don't wait, and ask the homie Nate

He got a pit named Tiny mobbin' behind him

Now, Daz got Michael Corleone

Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin

He likes to smash 'em, uh

And ain't no need to reach for heat 'cause you can't get your blast on

Dogs, we keep 'em, busters, we sweep 'em

And when it's drama, my dogs'll bite your mama

We leave you niggas on stuck and pause

And I'ma dedicate this one to my dogs

Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey

Uh, she got killed so I didn't need it (damn)

Uh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? (What about Sweetie?)

He got killed too, so I didn't need him (damn, damn, damn)

It's a cold thang but it's a cold game

But when you wit' a Corleone name it's a cold thang

Code name, cold game, you got to get down

'Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound (Dogg Pound, D.P.G.)

Now it's like a sport

And if I get caught I'm right back in court (shh, court)

So I gots to keep it on the DL and don't teezell

But you know I got the pitbulls for seezell

So if you wanna get one, holla at your boy quick

'Cause I'ma be on the lookout for the sale of them pits

Ask my little homie Techniec

I gave him Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG

The homie Trey Dee, I gave him Roxy

But the rest of the pits, they rollin' with me