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Interpret:
Tha Dogg Pound
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| Dogg Pound Gangstaz
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Intro: Dogg Pound
What up?
Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
Like that muthafucka
(Dont shoot!)
Verse One: Kurupt
Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphones, all set to unload
So, watch the means, watch the zone
I made it different with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by their peeps
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, its senseless
to face a prosecuted life or death MC sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
and aint stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that shit you kick just dont concern me
You cant U-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
and they mentality react so violently to leave MCs breathin silently
with hollow point talons for the violence
Aint no harmin me, aint got no love for no hoes in harmony
Its easy to find MCs to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
Cause all I see, in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G, for L-I-F-E
And all I see, on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin me
Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz dont worry like Keith Murray Ima strangle
MCs, with the microphone cord
You dont faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two
murderous scenes, can you relate to
Chorus: Dogg Pound (gun fight in background)
A Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
Im a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG) - 2X
Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta
Verse Two: Daz
I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school
Cause Im Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and Ima fuckin fool
Dont play with my head nigga, killers dont speak
Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak
Unmatched in my inner circle
Where only Gs roam, hellhounds in the war zone
Not giving a mad fuck (about what?)
About your click, or what you representin aint meanin shit
Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split
Caught up in the twist while Im stickin dick to your bitch
You dont know me cause Im down to do low
Your bitch is jockin Daz Im diggin deep as Cousteau, check it out
Im, massive, you get your ass kicked
Tangle with assassins down for mad shit
Nigga the straps in your hand, now what you gon do
Is you gon blast me, and blast Kurupt too
Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, wheres he at?
Cause I got me a gat
And Ima show him how a true Gs sposed to act with a strap
(Theres somethin bout bein a Dogg Pound Gangsta nigga)
Till I die, Dogg Pound for life
Show me a hoe and Ill be fuckin that bitch by midnight (but see)
It aint nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice
I told you once, so I aint sayin it twice
Chorus (varations repeat 2X)
*W-BALLS radio skit follows* |
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04.Oct.2001 20:10:12 |
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