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