My Buddy

Me and You

My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy

And you know that

Me and You

My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy

Me and You

My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy

Me and You

My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy

Me and You

Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic

Blastin', askin' no questions,

when they catch you in a gunfight

Kaboom!

We still mash as a team

As we mash for our dreams

Actin' hood niggas for green

It's Dillinger, forfillin',

Makin' a low outta killin'

Pullin' scandalous jeans

Forfillin fantasy dreams

Catch me on a Costa Rica

With a island full of weed, money and bitches

On a boat for sweet

See when I'm yellin'

International help me

No colorlines on my

Ugly and fine

You can sell me

I'm glad folks think the same way as I do

'Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou

Would you make way for two mo'

For blows, like you have hoes

Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto

Fore youngsters, Hennesy sponsors

With fore youngsters on a

quarter of the map now I do

I spin mayor loot and khaki suits

Nike's and cripsacks,

Wetsuits and leather boots

I block niggas twice with thighs

Buck with a .45

Make you open while you blast at the parking lot

What you speakin' on

want to go through it

Drink a lot, made from fluid

Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music

My buddy, Daz Dilly and Knubskully

You will be thanked

With you're petty pang petty

What, What, What, What you're livin here

To live the life that gangstas do

(My buddy, my buddy [repeats])

Check it out

No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes

Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows

You ain't all about the homies

You besta check the fault

Pencils, playin' niggas in the crowd style

Thinkin' 'bout the row outta town

With the heater cock bust a million rounds

Dogg Pound internationals

Drippin' off fools

While the dock can bust

The facility touch

I made the game down correct

And kissed my belt like I was James Brown

Spin around with the twist on the ground

Turn a diss in the pound

Dogg Pound live around,

Niggas hittin' the ground

Fuck around and get shot up

I tear shit up

You can ask Puff

Let M.C.'s, Mary J. B. and Jodeci

About that nigga Yuk means the hardcore

You're kicked off tour

For piss marking on the hotel floor

G riders, We ride, DP ride

Get the mashin' niggas

Or the mat see automatic,

Get the blastin' niggas

Shakin' nigga, bankin' nigga

Quit the heater

Stop blankin' niggas

I'm jack style

Surrounded by weed smoke

See me and my peoples in the club,

Thugged up, suited in steet clothes

We roll, cut dough

'Cause we so

On triple gold, see hoes

With weed with me and my amigo

Who did that, who shitted

Who spoke on the ghetto row, You

Who supa-dupu flyyyyy

I gave it to the test players I will come back

Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie

Cause when I get there,

the hoes will be all off on me

I know why'all got a gang of bitches...

... Ha, ha

And like fabulous thangs and livin' life persutive

In nights machine dippin'

With a pocket full of see-notes

Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o

And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit

Daz and Kurupt and Knumbskull and Yuk for shit bitch

I'm still a player, pop the slinger

Ice-cream and

Rockin' Hillfiger just like a dada

I rock around the house of rockwilder,

just like a mobster

Time to clock me, Daz, Kurupt and Knumb in the Impala