(feat. Kurupt, Daz, Rage)
[Verse One: Kurupt]
Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, n***a
See these other fools but you can't see me, n***a
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherf**er)
Do or die (We gives a f** motherf**er)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old n***a 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 b**hes and my n***az and my n***az and my b**hes
Wave your motherf**in hands in the air
And if you don't give a sh**
Like we don't give a sh**
Wave your motherf**in fingers in the air
[Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt]
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta sh** for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived n***a, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt f** sh** up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't sh** 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 a**, for gettin us all f**ed up
Now check it, it's a callin for n***az like Doggs
who supposed to be the sh**, but steadily b**hin 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 b**hes must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that n***a 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 a**
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Kurupt]
You're headed my way, n***a you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin sh** up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock co*ked, so all n***a 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 motherf**er, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherf**ers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin sh** the f** 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 d**h Row
Mediocre motherf**ers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't f** with or see me I'm ma** murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[n***az 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
[Chorus]
[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' a** down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on d**h 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 motherf**in air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound]
n***az don't give a f** n***a
[Snoop]
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip b**h
[Dogg Pound]
n***az don't give a f** n***a
[Snoop]
That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound]
n***az don't give a f** n***a
[Snoop]
The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound]
Real n***az don't give a f**
[Chorus]