cyco-lic-no (bitch azz niggaz)

back in your ass with a twenty sack. straight up

dogg pound gangstas in effect for the 9-5 y'know?

we been havin a little confrontation with a lot of motherfuckers out there and

but y'know they just can't do the thangs that we seem to do. and the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits!

straight u

motherfuckers can't even fade me. n-n-now who the hell wanna phase me?

to make me act a complete fool lately

it's been cruel

my mentality plus don't helps me cope

with no smoke

i'm depressed and easily to provoke

45's and nines i'm heated

me and kurupt puffin on a berry all day

repeatedly and immediately in the days we stoned and phased

in the back of the truck lies a gauge

be any buster

acting brave

maybe i can see what no other rapper assault

with my skills to murder em all

and can't be friendly when you know i'm after ya

got the heart to balst at'cha

matter-of-fact

to capture those who don't belong be on the strong

gots to pack up and jet

booty rappers don't have long

now can i get a witness?my riches attract women wit' class

that nigga daz is about to mash all over da cash

blast to dash

me in the getaway car now

known rap stars turn to outlaws

wanted for the murder

of rudi fuck y'all

dogg pound gangsta click

to represent dogg pound to the fullest cos i'm

cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz

so when you see the d-o-double g

sleep creep low

i see through you but you can't see me

i see through you oh so clearly

n-n-now ya escapade and ya

masqueradin

around town like ya paid

so where's the stack?

attract the wrong eyes to the buick out back

now i'm a dump until i feel i made ya lungs collapse

the assembly for dismemberin when i'm strapped

off hennessey i blast that ass to tennessee and back

who's that? i'm hopin i'm about to bust this fool's back open

i'm laid back scopin

but don't open

the three main ingredients to the plot

some weed; my nigga d-a-z; and some heat cocked

i just concoct the schemes

the perfect team

we take gettin paid to the extreme

it seems that i'm a

bring a little more than the drama

come dash

two litres and daz down to mash cos i'm

now that i open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations

but i keep my mind disguised when in elevation

no hesitation

the ground beneath my crack o'sacks

bring the blacks straps front-to-black

so what you want with that?

it comes with a ticket for you till they stone flat

hos say that i like your cyco-azz