Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Pound Gangstaz текст песни

Intro: dogg pound

What up?

Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!

Like that muthafucka

(dont shoot!)

Verse one: kurupt

Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs

It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines

Like land mines, all set to explode

Microphones, all set to unload

So, watch the means, watch the zone

I made it different with a million dead mc microphones

And they all wanted back by their peeps

Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep

Beware of the consequences, its senseless

To face a prosecuted life or death mc sentence

Travel through your inner thoughts

Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core

And aint stopped yet, continue the journey

Cause all that shit you kick just dont concern me

You cant u-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps

And they mentality react so violently to leave mcs breathin silently

With hollow point talons for the violence

Aint no harmin me, aint got no love for no hoes in harmony

Its easy to find mcs to execute

Chances of survival too small to compute

Recognize, like this was samuel sneed

I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds

Cause all I see, in my m-i-n-d

Is d-p-g, for l-i-f-e

And all I see, on the m-i-c

Is another mangled mc opposin me

Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era

Made one error up against the microphone terror

It takes two to tangle

I told daz dont worry like keith murray ima strangle

Mcs, with the microphone cord

You dont faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored

I know the ins and the outs to you buddy

I know where you live, and how you make your money

I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two

Murderous scenes, can you relate to

Chorus: dogg pound (gun fight in background)

A dogg pound gangsta (dpg)

Im a dogg pound gangsta (dpg) - 2x

Straight dogg pound gangsta

Verse two: daz

I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school

Cause Im dat nigga daz bitch, and ima fuckin fool

Dont play with my head nigga, killers dont speak

Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak

Unmatched in my inner circle

Where only gs roam, hellhounds in the war zone

Not giving a mad fuck (about what? )

About your click, or what you representin aint meanin shit

Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split

Caught up in the twist while Im stickin dick to your bitch

You dont know me cause Im down to do low

Your bitch is jockin daz Im diggin deep as cousteau, check it out

Im, massive, you get your ass kicked

Tangle with assassins down for mad shit

Nigga the straps in your hand, now what you gon do

Is you gon blast me, and blast kurupt too

Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, wheres he at?

Cause I got me a gat

And ima show him how a true gs sposed to act with a strap

(theres somethin bout bein a dogg pound gangsta nigga)

Till I die, dogg pound for life

Show me a hoe and Ill be fuckin that bitch by midnight (but see)

It aint nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice

I told you once, so I aint sayin it twice

Chorus (varations repeat 2x)

*w-balls radio skit follows*