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