have you ever seen. sooo much style?
we bout to do it a little somethin like this
cause it's dogg pound on mines
you know what i'm sayin?
fuck all your motherfuckers
and umm. for some strange reason
niggaz like to duplicate
transformin ass side bustas
daz
come get at me
and play get back
the plots
concoct thoughts on dat
can you counteract?
i'm openin my eyes
and my thoughs a blink
there's no ideal what these thoughts contain
all alone like no else around
in the area runnin shit from here to siberia
now is this a jack?
nigga yes it is
cause i'm a young gun like emilio estevez
and dreaded
how you get shredded like paper
tryin to intrude on the caper
who the hell can relate ta
that
automatic straps that's supposed to
be hittin new clothes and expose
knows
not
who to step to
this fool select to get his whole jock connect too
i select too so motherfucker bow down
niggaz swear the pound got so much style
sooo many styles
now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw
niggaz running up in me murdering em all
my composure
stays above sixty degrees before
i enter in a circle and start maraudin mc's
the hysteria starts
multiplied two times
supplied by the vibes
here's a run wild style
they can't match
in the back of my vocab batch
if you come in and take the stash nigga i'll start from scratch
so enter in my zone
i refuse to be dethroned
i got a microphone i had to kill and murder to own
from the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
emotionless shit registers in my mind when i get high
the darkest secrets
keep it untold
when it's revealed the amityville mirage will unfold
take flight
i ignite like c dash 4
with daz i blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war
my creations
mental invasions
thoughts that's able to annihilate generations
with so much style
now let me take a second
for dat nigga daz
to amaze with the ways to catch snap bones
let alone
fuck up the scene
drop bombs upon the microphone
how can you see me when i'm already high and blown
to the fullest
kurupt pull the mc's card
now the pound is blessed
like dove
i'm a dogg
we gotta get paid
we gotta get paid
every single day our shit is gettin played
so conclusively is the conclusion
the art of illusion
niggaz step in the midst of confusion
how can you see what can't be viewed?
dpg has the ability to end a whole feud
so forget it
you're feelin lyrically energetic
so i sentence you to death by use of poetics
that's my realm
so don't even try to explore it
niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it
niggaz don't realize what's with the pound
blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down
from the shoulders we be sling with the straps
we be jumpin
no suggestions needed when my mac-90 start dumpin
let me explain niggaz don't know what time it is
i ain't even tryin to make friends
fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit
that you be stressin
let me get to the lesson
peep me out
now you know
ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes
ninety-five we survive everyday
and what they say