I think the meaning is pretty clear. This person got really burned in a previous relationship, and because of this is unable to love and show care in his present one, even though he so badly wants to. It's lovely song, and very sad. You can really feel how defeated and frustrated he is with himself.
Six million ways to die, choose one
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 nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Ayo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas 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 gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know
What's up with you? 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-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run
And you can't see law to the G's of the game
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest (pump, pump)
Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead than a motherfucker, creepin' and sleepin'
Six feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
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 (hey nigga)
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
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
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 steppin' 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 your buster-ass homeboys dwell, well
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)
Deep, deep like the mines 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 cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-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
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal)
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 nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Ayo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas 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 gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know
What's up with you? 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-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run
And you can't see law to the G's of the game
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest (pump, pump)
Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead than a motherfucker, creepin' and sleepin'
Six feet deep in, fuckin' with the Pound is
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
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 (hey nigga)
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
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
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 steppin' 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 your buster-ass homeboys dwell, well
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)
Deep, deep like the mines 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 cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-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
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal)
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