Lyrics:

What you haters would give, to live the life a gangsters lives
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 two assassins up on the mic?
Blastin', askin' no questions, bringin' cannons to a gunfight
KABOOM! We still mash as a team as we mash for our dream
Jakkin' hood niggas for green
It's Dillinger — fulfillin', makin' a low-rider killin'
Pullin' scandalous schemes, fulfillin' fantasy dreams
Catch me on the Costa Rica, with a island full of weed
Money and bitches, on a boat wit' switches

See, when I'm yellin', international helmet
No color lines on my ugly and fine, you can sell it
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
'Cause I'll stab bitches way down in the Bayou
With two, make room for two mo'
Fo' blows like Hugh Hef' hoes
Subbin' nationwide through the ghettos
Fo' youngsters Hennessy sponsored
We fo' youngsters honored
Fo' corners of the map, now bomb it!

I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nike's and Croaker Sacks, sweatsuits and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, bust wit' a fo'-five!
Look you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live

What you speakin' on? Wanna go through it?
Drink-a-Lot made from fluid
Slump, bitch! Don't you hear the music?
My buddy Daz Dilly and Numskully
Doin' big thangs with the candy paint Caddy

What, what, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangstas lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangstas lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)

Check it out
No bitch-ass niggas, no funny-ass hoes
Dogg Pound Gangstaz dippin' in low-lows
You ain't heard about the homies? You best to check the files
Pistols layin' niggas in the crowd down
Niggas 'bout to rout outta town
Wit' the heater cocked, bust a million rounds
Dogg Pound international, trippin' off shrooms
'Bout to dump and bust, the whole vicinity gets touched

Nigga, I lay this game down
True mack, and kiss myself like I was James Brown
Spin around with the splits on the ground
Then split yo' motherfuckin' crown!
Turn a zip into pounds
Dogg Pound — lick the rounds, niggas hittin' the ground
Fuck around and get shot up!
I tear shit up, and you can ask Puff
Little Cease, Mary J. Bleej. and Jodeci
About that nigga Yukmeez — the hardcore
Get kicked off tour for piss markin' on the hotel floor

Nigga, G ride when we ride
D.P. ride and get to mashin' niggas
Automatically, automatic get to blastin' niggas
Shank a nigga, bank a nigga
Grip the heater, start blankin' niggas

I'm danked out, surrounded by weed smoke
See me and my peoples in the club thugged up, suited in street clothes
We roll Cut-dogs and Regals on triple gold feet, hoe
Smokin' weed, just me and my amigos

What, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangsta lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangstas lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)

Who did that? (We did)
Who shitted? (We did)
Who spoke on the ghetto values? (Nigga, we did)
Who supa-dupa flyyyyy?
I cater to the pimps, playas, hustlas and bastards

A-yo, why don't you meet me over in the O, homie?
'Cause when I get there, the hoes'll be all up on me
I know y'all got a gang of bitches...

Ha-ha! And we like fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive
In nights, machine dippin' with a pocket full of C-notes
Cruise the block with a knot, lookin' for weed-o
And oh, yeah! Who got the gangsta shit?
Daz and Kurupt, Numskull and Yuk — trick, biatch!

Yes, yes, yes
Well, it's the playa, partna
Slingin' ice cream and Frusen Glädjé
Rockin' Hillfiger just like a Kidada
I walk around the house with rottweilers just like a mobster
Collar poppin' — me, Daz, Kurupt and Num' up in the Impala

What, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangstas lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you haters would give
To live the life a gangstas lives
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
(Me and you)