Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Dogg Pound - Cyco Lic No lyrics

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Intro: Dat Nigga Daz
 Back in yo' ass with a twenty sack, straight up
 Dogg Pound Gangstas, in effect for the nine-five, you know
 We been havin a little, confrontation with
 a lot of muhfuckers out there
 But you know they just can't do the thangs that we seem to do
 And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits
 Straight up, motherfuckers can't even fade me
 Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz
 Now now
 Now who the Hell wanna face me? To make me
 act a complete fool lately? It's been cruel
 My mentality plus dope helps me cope
 with no smoke -- I'm depressed and easily to provoke
 Forty-fives and nines I'm heated, me and Kurupt
 Puffin on a berry all day repeatedly and
 immediately in a daze we stoned and phased
 In the back of the truck lies a gauge, for any busta
 Acting brave, maybe I can see what no other rapper has saw
 With my skills to murder em all
 And can't be prevented when you know I'm after ya
 Got the heart to blast at cha, matter-of-fact
 to capture, those who don't belong be on the strong
 Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don't have long
 Now can I get a witness?
 My riches attract women wit class, Dat Nigga Daz
 is about to mash, I worry about the cash
 Blast, den dash
 Me in the getaway car now
 Known rap stars turned to outlaws, wanted for the murder
 And more defy to death was fuck y'all
 Dogg Pound Gangsta click, I represent Dogg Pound to the fullest
 cause I'm
 Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg
 Cy-co-lic-no-bitch-ass-niggaz
 So-when-you-see-the-D-O-double-G-sleep-creep-low
 I see through you but you can't see me
 I see through you oh so clearly
 Chorus 1/2
 Verse Two: Kurupt
 Now now
 You escapade and you rant and rave
 Masqueradin around town like you're paid, so where's the stack?
 Attract the wrong eyes to the view out back
 Now I'ma dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse
 The assemble-y for dismember-ing, when I'm strapped
 off Hennessee I blast that ass to Tennessee and back
 Who's that? I'm hopin, I'm about to bust this fool's
 back open, I'm laid back scopin, with the rope and
 the three main ingredients to the plot
 Some weed, my nigga D-A-Z, and some heat cocked
 I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team
 We take gettin paid to the extreme, it seems, that I'ma
 Bring a little more than the drama
 Comma, dash, two litres and Daz, down to mash
 Cause I'm
 Chorus
 Chorus 1/2
 Verse Three: Mr. Malik a.k.a. Hershey Locc
 Now that I opened my eyes still no surprise to these imitations
 But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation
 No hesitation, the ground beneath my Kroker sacks
 Rear behind my back, I'm in a gray and blue brown and black
 Straps front to back, so what you want with that?
 It comes with a ticket for you that they stole flat, hoe say that
 "I like yo' cyco-ass-tricka-fast, nigga so
 when I see you rub my head to flow that's how the shit go"
 Shit hit the fan God damn, kill or see killed, it never phase me
 Cop weed smoke on regular cause topic happen daily
 Now what amazed me, was poppin off under my hat
 And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps
 Like this, uncut then I get uncocked
 A pair of leaf for some reason that keeps gettin a lot
 Now put, this on some of that and put, that to a stop
 But you can put that on me, because I sold a key
 to the beef, and as you can see never early
 You're late, collaborate professionally, now peep it
 as I drops on ya moms like songs
 When I'm rainin no pain no gain when I'm maintainin
 This, lyrical explosion
 and my nigga Daz on react with this track got cha open
 Po-et-ical graffiti
 Hershey got a cloud for your town and the leaves to the needy
 Lyrics to test drugs like P-C-P
 And I ain't lie, til I die, D-P-G-C, and I stay
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 Chorus 1/2
 [Snoop] You murderahh... you murderahhh
 Chorus
 [Snoop] Murderahh... murderahh... you murderahh, you murderahh
 Outro: Dat Nigga Daz
 That's what I'm sayin you know?
 Still puttin it down like we suppose to
 Every day, all day, it don't stop, and it don't quit
 So pack up your shh.. and bail outta Dodge
 Ha hah! *gunblast*
 Alright everybody, this a fuckin raid
 Anybody try to leave I pump one in your ass
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