Tha Dogg Pound

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it mo' better like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro

(ruck)
F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit

(rock)
Word is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

(ruck)
What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis

(rock)
Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long beach to my home brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real

(daz)
Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

(kurupt)
Life without money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare


Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

(rock)
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the real shit frequently
Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

(ruck)
At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

(daz)
Now who, wants to be a real dope mc
Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your f**kin town
And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah!

(kurupt)
Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Motherf**ker

(daz)
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin this motherf**ker
Yeah!