INTRO:(DAZ)
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Yeah!Straight up 9-5!
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Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin,Dat Nigga Daz
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Creepin and crawlin through your hood,smokin,loccin
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Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin?
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(KURUPT)
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In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
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Mentalest telepathy,lyrically it amazes
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Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
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An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
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In my zone(zone)you can't even find like Atlantis
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Stalk like a prayin mantis,leavin battered bodies on the canvas
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The burial ground for clowns,open casket
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Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
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Tragic how the mic gets handled
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Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
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The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
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Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
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(DAT NIGGA DAZ)
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Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
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To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems
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For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in
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With the click got checks that shit
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And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit
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I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
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(?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone
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Like Jodeci,notice-see ya self needs help
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The homie style got the strap on deck
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Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)
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Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
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Now the paper is made,now don't think twice
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Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight
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Now well well(well), ?? where the ballers dwell
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Another day,another dollar,Blueberry to sell
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I makes that fast cash,hmm Dat Nigga Daz
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(?I'm quicker ta out slick ya?)blast in half
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(KURUPT)
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DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin
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Motherfuck surrenderin.Who,what,when,let's tear shit the fuck up
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The homies coolin while you an' ya chest get fuckin blue an'
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Provoke us,survey with the superior focus
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I'm that nigga like Daz,crooked as scoliosis
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S'impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
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It's left to ya instict of survival
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Mashin,cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind
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You define it I'm mentally silly and batter
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It doesn't matter when ya into it
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Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
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I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
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Empty,tempt me,simply ya get shot
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Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
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Stop let the whole place evacuate
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wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
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Duck-down,Kurupt clowns niggas daily,hos can't play me
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Observe I serve those that betray me
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(NATE DOGG)
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I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
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And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight
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I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
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Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
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I ain't never seen a game that did multiply
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We gettin kinda deep,yeah the crew'll die
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(KURUPT):And who am I?
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(SNOOP DOGG):And who am I?
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That crazy motherfucker from the DPG
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Do or die!
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A Doggz Day Afternoon
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Tha Dogg Pound |