For My Niggaz and Bitches - Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Dogg Pound - Live at the House of Blues - For My Niggaz and Bitches

01.	Ambitionz az a Ridah
02.	So Many Tears
03.	Troublesome
04.	Hit ’Em Up
05.	Tattoo Tears
06.	All About You
07.	Never Call U Bitch Again
08.	Freek’n You
09.	How Do You Want It
10.	What Would You Do
11.	Murder Was the Case
12.	The Shiznit
13.	If We All Gonna Fuck
14.	Some Bomb Azz (Pussy)
15.	Ain’t No Fun (If the Homies Can’t Have None)
16.	New York
17.	Big Pimpin’
18.	Do What I Feel
19.	G’z and Hustlas
20.	Who Am I (What’s My Name)
21.	Me in Your World
22.	For My Niggaz and Bitches
23.	Doggfather
24.	Gin and Juice
25.	2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

Yeah! Don't stop
Once again, once again
West Coast out the shot, come on!
West Coast, come on

Now all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
For all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air, come on!

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
You see these other fools, but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? Do or die!
Yo, so slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted if you wanna, because I'm gonna
Grab my strap and clear the corner

To all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air

Now on the one, one, two, two, three, three
Who can it be coming with a group of gangsta shit?
For '93, so '94 survive and follow back on up

And let me and the Dogg Pound fuck shit up
Now can't no nigga see me here or there, wherever I bail
I bust it out all around, 'cause ain't shit for sale
In the coupe with the beat, flossin' off O-D's
And my cousin Snoop Dogg, yeah, you know what I mean
And it don't take much for the Dogg Pound to bust
A cap in your ass for getting us all fucked up

Now check it, this a problem for niggas like those
Who supposed to be the shit, but steady bitching like hoes
Yes y'all, all my dogs, yes y'all
Nigga, y'all stay full of that shit and you can have a ball
Packs is strapped like that, I kicks it like this

Now how many bitches must get dick before they say
"Oh, that's the nigga from back in the day
I never ever thought I'd see him busting without Dr. Dre"
But I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be coming to my pad so I can tap that ass

To all my niggas and my bitches
And my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches
And my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfucking hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfucking hands in the air