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Interpret:
Tha Dogg Pound
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| A Doggz Day Afternoon
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INTRO:(DAZ)
Yeah!Straight up 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin,Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin and crawlin through your hood,smokin,loccin
Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin?
(KURUPT)
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalest telepathy,lyrically it amazes
Constructioning thoughts thats as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone(zone)you cant even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin mantis,leavin battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns,open casket
Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
(DAT NIGGA DAZ)
Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit thats known
To blow the mind of Michelangelos poems
For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in
With the click got checks that shit
And once again its on and its on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
(?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci,notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Dont neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit mo hoes
Now the paper is made,now dont think twice
Niggas is gettin pimped because their game aint tight
Now well well(well), ?? where the ballers dwell
Another day,another dollar,Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash,hmm Dat Nigga Daz
(?Im quicker ta out slick ya?)blast in half
(KURUPT)
DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin
Motherfuck surrenderin.Who,what,when,lets tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin while you an ya chest get fuckin blue an
Provoke us,survey with the superior focus
Im that nigga like Daz,crooked as scoliosis
Simpossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
Its left to ya instict of survival
Mashin,cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind
You define it Im mentally silly and batter
It doesnt matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty,tempt me,simply ya get shot
Ya forgot Im down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop let the whole place evacuate
wait until were face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down,Kurupt clowns niggas daily,hos cant play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
(NATE DOGG)
I aint never seen a joint that I couldnt light
And I aint never seen a buster that didnt fight
I aint never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I aint never seen a game that did multiply
We gettin kinda deep,yeah the crewll die
(KURUPT):And who am I?
(SNOOP DOGG):And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG
Do or die! |
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04.Oct.2001 20:10:18 |
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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