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Intro: Dogg Pound
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What up?
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Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
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Like that muthafucka
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(Don't shoot!)
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Verse One: Kurupt
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Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
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It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
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Like land mines, all set to explode
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Microphones, all set to unload
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So, watch the means, watch the zone
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I made it different with a million dead MC microphones
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And they all wanted back by their peeps
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Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
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Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
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to face a prosecuted life or death MC sentence
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Travel through your inner thoughts
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Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
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and ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
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Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
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You can't U-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
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and they mentality react so violently to leave MC's breathin silently
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with hollow point talons for the violence
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Ain't no harmin me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
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It's easy to find MC's to execute
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Chances of survival too small to compute
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Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
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I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
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Cause all I see, in my M-I-N-D
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Is D-P-G, for L-I-F-E
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And all I see, on the M-I-C
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Is another mangled MC opposin me
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Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
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Made one error up against the microphone terror
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It takes two to tangle
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I told Daz don't worry like Keith Murray I'ma strangle
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MC's, with the microphone cord
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You don't faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
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I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
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I know where you live, and how you make your money
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I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two
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murderous scenes, can you relate to
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Chorus: Dogg Pound (gun fight in background)
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A Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
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I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG) - 2X
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Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta
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Verse Two: Daz
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I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school
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Cause I'm Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and I'ma fuckin fool
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Don't play with my head nigga, killers don't speak
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Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak
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Unmatched in my inner circle
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Where only G's roam, hellhounds in the war zone
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Not giving a mad fuck (about what?)
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About your click, or what you representin ain't meanin shit
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Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split
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Caught up in the twist while I'm stickin dick to your bitch
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You don't know me cause I'm down to do low
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Your bitch is jockin Daz I'm diggin deep as Cousteau, check it out
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I'm, massive, you get your ass kicked
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Tangle with assassins down for mad shit
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Nigga the strap's in your hand, now what you gon do
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Is you gon blast me, and blast Kurupt too
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Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, where's he at?
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Cause I got me a gat
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And I'ma show him how a true G's sposed to act with a strap
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(There's somethin bout bein a Dogg Pound Gangsta nigga)
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Till I die, Dogg Pound for life
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Show me a hoe and I'll be fuckin that bitch by midnight (but see)
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It ain't nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice
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I told you once, so I ain't sayin it twice
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Chorus (varations repeat 2X)
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*W-BALLS radio skit follows*
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Dogg Pound Gangstaz
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The Dogg Pound |