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Interpret:
Tha Dogg Pound
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| New York, New York
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Yo B (turn your speakers up man)
Turn your speakers up money!
Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills.
Isnt that money?
Chorus: Snoop
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York aint always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But Im down by law, and Im from the Dogg Pound
Verse One: Kurupt
Its the incredible, the lyrical
You cant be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
Im driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, Im deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherfuckers minds these days
Im all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a FUCK, whats your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker dont explain
Simply, dont tempt me, cause Im simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC
Chorus One
Chorus Two: Snoop
Too much, I serve too many people, too much
Its too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin aint gon be no sequel
Chorus One and Two
Verse Two: Kurupt
Gimme a couple Gs, for every MC, I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, youre no kin to me
So how the fuck you inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I cant deny
Not a day goes by, dont get high, dont ask why
Tonights the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis
Gets me into verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary bobs to existance
Catch me in the pitch black path
I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental
till I hear an instrumental
And detrimental verbals get to spittin
The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo-fo
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow
Fo sho, I takes it to you from the do
Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco (you know!)
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally
bore your whole molecular, structure
Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix
Hittin MCs like picks the deadliest lyricist
Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X
[Kurupt]
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MCs
We live... cause cant none fuck with the DPGz
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MCs
We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPGz
[Snoop]
DPGC, ba-by
ABC the DPGz
Ba-by...
Verse Three: Kurupt
Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MCs stop in daylight
Im the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete
Nah you cant even fade me
I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...
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Eingetragen |
04.Oct.2001 20:10:21 |
Letzer Aufruf |
21.Dec.2004 11:12:58 |
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