well it's that slow flow
d-o-double-g
nigga
see these other fools but you can't see me
nigga
who am i?
do or die
so slow your roll
i'm in control like janet
the loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
take it for granted
if ya wanna
cuz i'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner
beeotch!
so all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
and if you don't give a shit
like we don't give a shit
wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
now on a one
two
three who could it be
comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
so ninety-four's arrived nigga
back on up
and let me and my dogg kurupt fuck shit up
now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever i bails
i put it down on the ground
cuz ain't shit for sale in the coupe
with the beat flossin off gold d's
and my cousin snoop packs well
you know what i mean
and it don't take much
for the dogg pound to bust a cap
in your ass
for gettin us all fucked up
now check it
it's a callin for niggaz like doggs
who supposed to be the shit
but steadily bitchin like hogs
walk the doggs yiggy y'all
stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
i packs a strap
like that
i kicks it like this
now how many bitches must get dick?
before they say
that daz is that nigga from back in the day
ya never ever thought i'd see him bustin with dr. dre
cuz i grips mics
i rips mics in half
hoes be comin to my flat so i can tap that ass
you're headed my way
nigga you best to hit a u-turn quick
so what's happenin? i'm cappin shit up like a western flick
the kinpin of the clique
top notch
17 shot glock cocked
so all nigga drop
the run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best kurupt's era
peep the terror
cuz it's a murder fest
i smoke chronic everyday
so what have we
another motherfucker
gettin served like some cavy
now who
drops i got full juice like 2pac
rollin with two glocks
fly motherfuckers can't see kurupt
hellraisin like pinhead
beware i'm tearin shit the fuck up
slow your roll
like your legs was broken
who's jokin? rakim never joked
so why should i loc?
now that's my idol
check the vital rhyme flow doe
runnin em like flo jo
stranded on death row
mediocre motherfuckers die cuz i'm servin it
they can't fuck with or see me i'm mass murderin
yeah
i'm rugged like a bf goodrich
peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
check it out
it's rage
ready for the breakdown
take down
when it comes to the mic i'm puttin my weight down
and that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
fool
act like ya know
i'm stranded on death row with no where to go
so
what's a girl to do
take out a crew
or two
a few
what you wanna do?
throw your guns in the motherfuckin air
we don't care
niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
about nuthin at all
just my doggs and clockin the grip bitch
niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
that's why i can kick it so tuff
cuz when times get ruff
my
niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
the clique i'm with
don't give a sheeit
ya know why?
real niggaz don't give a fuck