Turn It Up
Warren G Feat. Chuck Taylor Lyrics
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Smash, just before you talk spaz out
Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash
Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy
I'ma live long homeboy
Too deep, too strong homeboy
It's on homeboy
Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
D-A-Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip
He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee
Big see-Style and Mitch made to be
Shine Dogg gettin' super-high lit
High-flyin' high super-duper high
We super-duper fly
I put ya in the mix
I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit
Bitch, where's the grip?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg)]
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
(DPG {G}, C)
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
[Verse Two: Warren G, Nate Dogg *singing*]
[Warren G]
What I'ma do, I'mm bang on the beat
What I'ma do, can't cock and serve heat
You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you
But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
Everybody talkin' 'bout Money Ain't A Thang
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gang bang
If you was hard as me, I'm as hard as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc
So don't let the crossover fool ya
I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch
[Nate Dogg]
Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills
Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin' still
Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide
Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride
All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs
Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang
Hang wit' DPG and I can give ya game
Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games
[Snoop]
DPG (G), C
[Break: Kurupt *talking*]
Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... Dogg Pound Gangstas...
FUCK Y'ALL!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*]
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
[Verse Three: Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Soopa Fly]
[Tray Dee]
Yeah, I'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips
And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit
Tray Dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies
Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast
I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass
Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street
Triple-X sweatshirt with blue Chucks on feet
Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
Neva doze when I rose, let the chrome explode
[Snoop Dogg]
Man I wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support
I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport
Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta
Fo'eva', Wheneva', Howeva', down fo' whateva'
Recognize game when it hits ya
Nigga, if ya slip up Doggy Dogg's gonna get-'cha
Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine
Just before I was taught, how ta gangbang
All my peers through the years know
That Snoop Dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do'
And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low
That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know
Man I been through so much and I'm still goin' through it
But fuck all that, I got ta stay into it
I knew the job was dangerous when I took it
Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it
I was so eager, just trynna' get involved
But now's I gots ta represent for me and my Doggs
[Soopa Fly]
Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
Paperboy wit' a new route
When I'm in front, they watch behind me
Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my
Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's
Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga [nigga]
Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po
Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns
Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
Smoke one, represent my seaside ocean
Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
MOTHAFUCKAAZ!! HAHA!!
[Break: Snoop Dogg *talking* ("DPG {G}, C" said 4 times in background)]
Dogg Pound... mothafuckin' Gangstas...
1999, back up in this BI-YAI-ITCH!
Eastside up, Eastsidaz!
And niggas thought we fell off...
[Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg *talking*), ("DPG {G}, see" said 8
times in a row, then once again)]
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, (Dogg Pound in this mothafucka)
I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon homies give it up
(Ride on, ride on)
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
Neva Gonna Give It Up
c'mon homies give it up
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still... [fades away]
The lyrics of "Turn It Up" by Warren G Feat. Chuck Taylor, is a rap anthem where the rappers Kurupt, D-A-Z, Nate Dogg, Warren G, Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, and Soopa Fly, express their loyalty to the Dogg Pound Gang with confident and aggressive rhymes. In the first verse, Kurupt raps, "Too deep, too strong homeboy, We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy." Here, Kurupt indicates the strength of his gang and their numbers. He also talks about the hood and implies that they belong there. The chorus sung by Nate Dogg reinforces the idea of staying loyal to the group and never giving up. He repeats, "I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm never gonna give it up."
The following verse by Warren G reinforces the idea that the Dogg Pound gang is real gangsta who put in work, implying that they do not just talk about it. Snoop Dogg's verse is also about gangsta life and his experiences. His verse talks about being a hardcore gangsta since he was young. Soopa Fly's verse carries the same theme except that he adds his experiences with dealing drugs. The chorus ends the song on a strong note, declaring their unbreakable loyalty to the gang.
Line by Line Meaning
Smash, just before you talk spaz out
Think before you speak and don't spaz out
Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash
Flipping the hydraulic switch and hitting the stash of drugs
Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
A reference to the Y2K panic
I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy
I'm from the hood and know how to handle it
I'ma live long homeboy
I plan to live a long life
Too deep, too strong homeboy
I am powerful and can handle anything
We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy
We're driving with two joints lit
It's on homeboy
We're ready to go
Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
We listen to songs while cruising in our candy-painted cars
D-A-Z, I can’t believe this nigga gon' trip
Daz is causing trouble and I can't believe it
He’s nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
He's weak and not worth our time
With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee
We're all together, including Snoop, Warren, Nate, and Tray Dee
Big see-Style and Mitch made to be
We're all united with style, including Big See and Mitch
Shine Dogg gettin' super-high lit
Shine Dogg is getting very high
High-flyin' high super-duper high
We're all flying high and feeling good
We super-duper fly
We're very cool and stylish
I put ya in the mix
I'll include you in what's going on
I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit
I'm not interested in insignificant things
Bitch, where's the grip?
Where's the money?
What I'ma do, I'mm bang on the beat
I'm going to make a hit song
What I'ma do, can't cock and serve heat
I can't carry a gun because I'm a rapper
You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you
I'm watching you as much as you're watching me
But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
I know what I'm doing, and I don't care what you think
Everybody talkin' 'bout Money Ain't A Thang
Everyone says money isn't important
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gang bang
Everyone pretends to be tough and part of a gang
If you was hard as me, I'm as hard as you
If you were as tough as I am, I'd be just as tough as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc
I'm a tough guy who smokes weed and represents the Eastside
So don't let the crossover fool ya
Don't think I'm soft just because I appeal to crossover audiences
I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch
I've been tough since 1981 and am a top gun in Long Beach
Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills
My platinum albums bring in money
Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin' still
The Dogg Pound is still tough and violent
Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide
We're legitimate businesspeople making money
Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride
We're still tough and ready for anything
All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs
Other guys pretend to be something they're not
Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang
Some guys aren't tough and could never be gangsters
Hang wit' DPG and I can give ya game
If you hang out with us, we'll teach you how to be tough and make money
Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games
If you're from the hood, you can't switch sides
Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... Dogg Pound Gangstas... FUCK Y'ALL!
We don't like fake people who aren't tough like us
Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta
In 1994, I became a Dogg Pound Gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
Now you can see me smoking weed and playing pranks in my neighborhood
Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
Play a prank, do it quickly, then leave right away
Paperboy wit' a new route
I'm delivering something new and fresh
When I'm in front, they watch behind me
When I'm leading, people follow me
Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my
Our mission is to crush our enemies, and we're ready to fight
Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's
I carry a gun and travel with people who are always ready for trouble
Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga [nigga]
Hide the shotgun and pass the 9-millimeter handgun to my friend
Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po
Drive slowly and keep an eye out for the police
Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
Move slowly and be ready to shoot with the .44 Magnum
I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns
I'm willing to risk everything with tough guys who carry guns
Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
I don't like guys who pretend to be important but are actually poor
Smoke one, represent my seaside ocean
Smoke weed and represent my neighborhood near the ocean
Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
We're moving through the Eastside while coasting and having fun
MOTHAFUCKAAZ!! HAHA!!
Just kidding, motherfuckers! Ha ha!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Agreement or affirmation
Ride on, ride on
Keep going and pushing forward
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga
I'm still representing the Dogg Pound
Neva Gonna Give It Up
I'll never abandon or give up my loyalty to the Dogg Pound
c'mon homies give it up
Let's keep the Dogg Pound spirit alive and continue to represent it
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CALVIN CORDAZOR BROADUS, CECIL WOMACK, NATHANIEL D. HALE, PRIEST J. BROOKS, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN JR., TRACEY LA MARR DAVIS, WARREN GRIFFIN
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