Songtekst:
[Dat Nigga Daz]
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!
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!
