[Kurupt:]
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Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin'
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Supafly you sick fa this
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We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and rock
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Yeah...
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Hey Sean let's bang this, turn it up, man
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Let me talk ta these niggaz
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[Verse 1: Kurupt]
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Who you aimin' at, nigga?
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You know I got you
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Look me up to find Nosferatu
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You'll neva get away muthafucka we after ya
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I drain MC's, poetical Dracula
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I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit
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Vampirin', I mutilate with words and lyrics
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I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits
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I'm everywhere like germs and spirits
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You could here me everywhere, day and night
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Like birds and crickets
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I got birds worth fourteen tickets
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You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
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Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it
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Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga what up?"
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He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh!
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First thing I did was just smirked and laughed
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I looked over at Daz and then we whoooped his ass!
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The present is the present and the past is the past
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And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast
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Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast
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Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga
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[Chorus:]
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[Daz] Just keep it gangsta
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[Kurupt] Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga
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[Daz] Just keep it gangsta
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[Kurupt] Cause if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just...
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[Daz] Just keep it gangsta
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[Kurupt] All we know, through the highs 'n' lows is West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka
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[Daz] Just keep it gangsta
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[Kurupt] Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cause I just, keep, it, gangsta
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[Daz] Just keep it gangsta, nigga!
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[Verse 2: Daz]
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Glock 40, grip it tight, AK on the back seat
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Don't ask me shit, muhfuckaz don't like me
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And you, I don't like you too, so
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This is what I'm goin' do
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Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu
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His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you
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Niggaz on lockdown feel what I'm kickin'
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Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
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Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it
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And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin'
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When the revolva click back
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On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want that
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A mainside nigga but I'm West Coast'd out
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Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth
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What is the stat you amount nigga? I'm about them G's
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And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese
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From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga
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Layin' 'em down, muhfucka what you figure?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Lady Of Rage]
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I'm not the Dogg Pound Gangsta crip
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But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Click
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And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz quick
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Big body on that Dogg Pound gangsta shit
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Now when I go bananas
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Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz
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Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz
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Goin' let you know I bang straight from the gate
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See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now
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In 'n outta state, I
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Bend 'em outta shape, I
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Wipe 'em off my slate, I
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Clean 'em off my plate, I
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Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages
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Roll, where my dogz at?
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Here's a snausage? Here's a treat
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For your appetite of lyrical roughness
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The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC Hammer sample]
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Fuck this shit, ya'll must of forgotten
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I still give it to ya like I gave his only begotten, son
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Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh?
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Whatever ha, I'm so raw I'm pissy drunk
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Punks jump up to get laid flat out
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Cause lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped
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It's the big payback, so jump, if you're feelin froggish and leap
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But I don't just keep doggin' tha beat
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Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I just freaked
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I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat
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[Chorus]
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Keepin' It Gangsta
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Tha Dogg Pound |