Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Dogg Pound - A Doggz Day Afternoon songtekst

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Yeahhhah! Straight up... nine... five...
 Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
 Creepin and crawlin through yo' hood
 Smokin, loc'in... provokin punk motherfuckers like good stuff
 What's happenin?
 [Kurupt]
 In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
 Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
 Construction of thoughts that's lethal as turpentine
 An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons in my zone (zone)
 You can't even find like Atlantis
 Stalk like a prayin mantis, leavin battered bodies
 on the canvas, the burial ground for clowns
 Open casket trackin niggaz down like fuckin basset hounds
 Tragic how the mic gets handled
 Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
 and scramble like Randall abusive when I recite
 on the stage step out exits with a brand new motherfuckin mic
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit
 that's known to blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems
 Clones get crushed like stones, I forbid
 For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in
 With the Click I checks that shit, nd once again it's on
 And it's on with the gangsta shit
 I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
 Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
 like Jodeci, notice see your self needs help
 The homie style got the strap on deck
 Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (break you)
 Awake you to a new plateau wit mo' hoes
 Now the paper is made, and now I don't think twice
 Niggaz is gettin pimped, because they game ain't tight
 Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell
 Another day, another dollar, blueberry to sell
 I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz
 I'm quicker the outslicker, blast then dash
 [Kurupt]
 D-P-G, eliminates the whole area
 Beyond the thought dismemberin, motherfuck surrenderin
 Who what where, let's tear shit the fuck up
 The homies coolin, while you and, your chest get fuckin blew in
 Provoke us, invade with the superior focus
 I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
 Impossible to survive, on my arrival when I arrive
 it's left to ya instict of survival
 Mashin, cashin in chips, I gotta lick sadistic sick mind
 They define it I'm mentally sick, and badder
 It doesn't matter when you're enterin
 You just entered in the war zone all alone
 with ya microphone unguarded, I just started
 Poetical Poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
 Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
 Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
 Stop, let the whole place evacuate
 Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
 Duck down, Kurupt clowns niggaz daily, hoes can't play me
 Observe I serve those that betray me
 [Nate Dogg]
 I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
 And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight
 I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
 Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
 I ain't never seen a game that did multiply
 We gettin kinda deep,yeah the crew and I
 [Kurupt] And who am I?
 [Snoop] And who am I?
 That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die
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Auteur: Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Nate Dogg

Componist: ?

Publisher: Death Row Records (2), Interscope Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1995

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Dogg Food (1995)

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