Yo B (yo, just pass the blunt man)
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Turn your speakers up money!
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Yo God! (Yo God?)
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Yo I got mad skills.
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Isn't that money?
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Chorus: Snoop
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New York New York big city of dreams
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And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
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You might get fooled if you come from out of town
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But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound
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Verse One: Kurupt
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It's the incredible, the lyrical
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You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
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I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
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touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
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What I create pulsates, there is no escape
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Annihilate your mental mindstate
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Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
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I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
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Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
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And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
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Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
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Up against the number one contender, as I enter
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Cause I gets heated like friction
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Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
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Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
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Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
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Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
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To the average motherfucker's minds these days
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I'm all ready to put work in
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Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
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Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim
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Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain
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Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
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Leggin hoes like Simpty, the invicible MC
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Chorus One
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Chorus Two: Snoop
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Too much, I serve too many people, too much
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It's too much, I serve too many people
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And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel
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Chorus One and Two
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Verse Two: Kurupt
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Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees
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Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
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The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me
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So how the fuck you inherit my style?
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Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
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Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
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Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones
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Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis
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Gets me into verbally vindictive
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Violent vocabulary bobs to existance
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Catch me in the pitch black path
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I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental
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till I hear an instrumental
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And detrimental verbals get to spittin
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The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written
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Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen
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To explore new terrains, then remain unseen, throughout the war
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Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'
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The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow
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Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do'
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Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)
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I disconnect ya, corrupt ya, MC to vocally
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bore your whole molecular, structure
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Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix
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Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist
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Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X
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[Kurupt]
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We live... the night I served two thousand MC's
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We live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z
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[Daz]
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We live (baby) it was the night I served two thousand MC's
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We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z
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[Snoop]
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DPGC, ba-by
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ABC-DPGC
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Ba-by...
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Verse Three: Kurupt
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Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
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In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
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I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets
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Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete
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Nah you can't even fade me
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I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...
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*bzzt to static*
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New York, New York
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Tha Dogg Pound |