Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound – Me In Your World (Live) Lyrics

Me In Your World (Live)

Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound

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"Me In Your World (Live)." - Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:10 pm

Album: Tupac: Live At the House of Blues

Track No: 21

So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock
Comin' from me and Dash
You know what I mean?
Yeah, that shit is gangster
That shit is gangster
Come on, come on
Go ahead, tell me what you want me to do
Come on, come on
Let's say

What's up, Dash?

Now if I did it, I done it
Said the battle just started and I gun it

For niggas who ain't down who I ride for
That nigga that's Kurupt Dogg Pound death row
Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter
I'm blastin' out cast those who separate me from my goals
Without a doubt, killin' me, turn 'em out
Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll
And like your mom and grand-enthusiastic ass two knives
Kaboom, we mash up on the scene as a team
Sculpt you out and cut you down like a guillotine

My homies stringin' from seeds who thought foolishness
Schoolin' the soul rap game, we rulin' this
We doin' this, pursuin' this, major

Like I made your paper
With my dog shit behavior, I cave ya
Chest in, bruise your ribs
With a global skills like taxi
Knockin' your ass out like Bruno
You know I breathe death to what your whole fuckin' camp
Get in your skin, kill anything that live
I never ever thought Dr. Dre, Kurupt, call your bluff

Comin' with skills to smash stuff

You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw
You know it's hardcore, I break your jaw
I fuckin' touch you many times with rhymes
I combine and blow minds
With the ways I design too many fuckin' times

The author of our phoenix
When I was young, I played games with skirts how to go get it
Ties laced in the clinic, I learned quick
To always keep a leash and hat on my dick

I know you're trippin' off me and what play I do
But I ain't trippin' off you or what you say I do
It's time for war, me and they all runnin' again
Empty clip, reload and start gunnin' again
It's hard to remember, Kurupt, you never get that far
No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars
I use patience in the plannin' of my sight
To the corners of deuce five where it's live and it's loud

I'm put in a position where I think
Then I'm 'bout to beat 'em, see purple, blue and pink
Take what's yours, break down your doors
Hardcore, radical, rough and raw
When you come talkin' what you talk
It's me I'm 'bout to stomp and I
From L.A. to New York
On to the city of fear

Where all my niggas at keepin' it real
Or we in Shan Hill

To the south, to the east, to the north
Kurupt grabbin' it, I'm 'bout to rip it off
I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the West?
I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots
I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'
And they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make
You never get past three rounds
Three rhymes, three MCs in three towns
I came to put it down
And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground

Come on, you know it's me and your world, Dash
It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash
Move quick, move fast, the real again
Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan
Killin' like Gilligan
I got money on my mind, I'm posted at the palm

Sittin' in my room with a pad writin' rhymes
Dimes on the nickels, nickels on the dimes
The quarters, thousands, the million dollar rhymes
You know it's me and your world, Dash

It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash
Move quick, move fast, the real again
Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan
Killin' like Gilligan
I got on my mind

Writer(s): Delmar Arnaud & Ricardo Brown.

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