Verse One: Kurupt



Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]

Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna

grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!



Chorus: repeat 2X



So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit

Like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air



Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt



Now on a one, two, three who could it be

Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three

So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there

wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground

Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe

with the beat flossin off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap

in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up

Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs

who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs

(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball



I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this

Now how many bitches must get dick?

Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day

Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre

Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass



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Verse Three: Kurupt



You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick

So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick

The kinpin of the clique, top notch

17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve

the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest

I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we

Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy

Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac

(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt

Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken

Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?

Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe

Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it

They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin

[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah

[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]

(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)

[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques



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Verse Four: Rage



Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown

Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down

And that's 175 pounds of beed

beatin yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know

I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so

What's a girl to do

Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?



[Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care

[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

[Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch

[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

[Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my

[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

[Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?

[Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck



Chorus