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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Boogie Down Productions
Sampled Artist
Cutty Ranks
Sampled Artist
Dat Nigga Daz
Vocals
Kurupt
Vocals
RBX
Vocals
The D.O.C.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
D. Arnaud
Songwriter
Eric Dwayne Collins
Songwriter
Joseph Williams
Songwriter
Philip Thomas
Songwriter
Ricardo Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julio “Protoolio” Uloa
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Dre
Producer
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Verse 1]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any **** that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all ****
Anybody killer, you know what the deal is
****, you know what the real is
[Verse 2]
I see some off brand **** on the corner flaggin' me down
Sayin', "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that **** Snoop alright? Ayo, what's up with the crew?
Is them **** in jail, or are them **** through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this, they don't understand
It's an everyday thang to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these **** know
What's up witchu? I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton and Watts see D-O-Gs
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the Gs of the gang
One gun is all that we need to put you to rest
Put two slugs dead in your chest (Pump, pump!)
Now you dead, then a motherfucker creeping and sleeping
6 feet deep in, fucking with the Pound is
[Chorus]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
[Verse 3]
The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon (Aye, ****)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
Until you get the full comprehension (I won't leave you)
And when you do, that's when the mission
Or survival becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open 'cause you don't wanna be caught
Half stepping with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself, motherfucker, 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the Devil
Now roam through the depths of Hell
Where the rest of your busta-ass homeboys dwell, well
[Chorus]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa!
Serial killa!
Serial killa!
Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal
[Verse 4]
Deep, deep like the minds of Minolta
Now picture this
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets!
And I got the machine to crack your fuckin' chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged-edged, totally rough-neck
Now everybody scream, 'nough respect to the X
'Nough respect given
Disrespect and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
[Chorus]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Serial killa!
Serial killa!
Serial killa!
Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., D. Arnaud, Eric Collins, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown