Из альбома: Dogg Food
Featuring Malik, Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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 aka 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