Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do

Pistols then penitentiaries
Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin
Spread dumpin' lead bustin'
Tell me you want to 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 'cause

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 want to sing
Something about this chronic
Knocks me off my feet
That's real chronic baby

Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do (oh-ooh)

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 K-u-r-u-p-t
Better ask your girl why she starin' at me
Leave me alone

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

Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do (oh-ooh)

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

Something about the west coast
Make me bang the beats
Something about the west coast
Makes me run them streets
Something about the music
Makes me want to sing
Something about this chronic
Knocks me off my feet
That's real chronic baby

Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do (oh-ooh)

Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do (oh-ooh)

Copyright: RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dorsey Wesley, Nathaniel D. Hale, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr.