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Tha Dogg Pound - A Doggz Day Afternoon lyrics
Dat Nigga Daz] Yeahhhah! Straight up... nine... five... Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz Creepin and crawlin through yo' hood Smokin, loc'in... provokin punk motherfuckers like good stuff What's happenin? [Kurupt] In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes Construction of thoughts that's lethal as turpentine An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons in my zone (zone) You can't even find like Atlantis Stalk like a prayin mantis, leavin battered bodies on the canvas, the burial ground for clowns Open casket trackin niggaz down like fuckin basset hounds Tragic how the mic gets handled Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal and scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage step out exits with a brand new motherfuckin mic [Dat Nigga Daz] Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known to blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems Clones get crushed like stones, I forbid For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in With the Click I checks that shit, nd once again it's on And it's on with the gangsta shit I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone like Jodeci, notice see your self needs help The homie style got the strap on deck Don't 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, and now I don't think twice Niggaz is gettin pimped, because they game ain't tight Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell Another day, another dollar, blueberry to sell I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz I'm quicker the outslicker, blast then dash [Kurupt] D-P-G, eliminates the whole area Beyond the thought dismemberin, motherfuck surrenderin Who what where, let's tear shit the fuck up The homies coolin, while you and, your chest get fuckin blew in Provoke us, invade with the superior focus I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis Impossible to survive, on my arrival when I arrive it's left to ya instict of survival Mashin, cashin in chips, I gotta lick sadistic sick mind They define it I'm mentally sick, and badder It doesn't matter when you're enterin You just entered in the 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 I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block Stop, let the whole place evacuate Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates Duck down, Kurupt clowns niggaz daily, hoes can't play me Observe I serve those that betray me [Nate Dogg] I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight I ain't never seen a G that would go for that Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back I ain't never seen a game that did multiply We gettin kinda deep,yeah the crew and I [Kurupt] And who am I? [Snoop] And who am I? That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die |
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