Tha Dogg Pound - A Doggz Day Afternoon

Yeah
Straight up, 9-5
Kurupt the motherfuckin' Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' through your hood, smokin', loccin'
Provokin' punk motherfuckers like this stuff
What's happenin'?

In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalist 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' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
Then scramble like Randall, abusive when I recite on the stage
Step by x's with a brand new motherfuckin' mic

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 actin' like they all in
With the clique, got checks that shit
And 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, noticin' yaself 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 (uh-huh) to a new plateau with mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because their game ain't tight
Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell (ballers dwell)
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell (Blueberry to sell)
I makes that fast cash, hmm, Dat Nigga Daz
I'm quicker to out slick ya, blast then dash

DPG 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 ya chest get fuckin' blew in
Provoke us, survey it 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 instinct of survival
Mashin', cashin' in chips, I gotta look sadistic, sick minded
I find it, I'm mentally sick and badder
It doesn't matter when ya enterin'
You just entered in the warzone all alone witcha 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 face to face then it escalates
Duck down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hoes can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me

I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't bite
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
'Specially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain't never seen a gang that didn't multiply
We gettin' kinda deep, yeah, the crew and I

And who am I?
And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die

Written by:
Delmer Drew Arnaud, Nathaniel D. Hale, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown

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