"Mike "Crazy Neck" Sims - D.P.G./K lyrics

[Intro: B.G. Knocc Out] Haha, yeah Orginal Baby Gangsta's in this motherf**er, ha With ith the D-R-motherf**in'-E, hu. In a.. what we gonna do right now? ("Dog catchers about to get ya") We serve these marks from the Dogg Pound, k**a. Check it out ("Dog catchers about to get ya") [Verse 1: Dresta] Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke n***a tell Kurupt, Nate and Daz I'mma buck 'em Matter of fact tell that whole Pound I say f** 'em It's a new year so put the bustas in their plizace B.G. Knocc, Gangsta Dresta bring it to your fizace Ryders on a mission, I catch you slippin' You gettin' struck clown So f** any busta down with the Mutt Pound [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] It's the Compton City G, n***a Bow to your knees, n***a Run up in your hood co*k back my strap and pull the trees, n***a And if you slippin', you know I'm gonna wet ya I'm the baby boss hog, better known as the Dogg catcher Bow wow, yippee yay, did you hear me say I'm a Dogg k**a, cause all Doggs have they day Now don't run up on me, if you ain't prepared to fight Little Knocc Out can't be phased, baby gangsta for life [Hook x2] Dat n***a Daz (k**a) Kurupt (k**a) Dr. Dre (k**a), mark a** n***as Snoop Dogg (k**a) Nate Dogg (k**a) Tha Dogg Pound (k**a) f**, f** all y'all, n***as [Verse 3: Dresta] I bring the noise every time a n***a wind me up I pull my Nine and blow a mind, every time I bust 'em I trust no man and that's from now until infinity n***a you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemy n***as out here fake dog, like Nate Dogg I swear you made it, but talkin' that sh** to Dre Will get you and your DJ regulated b**hes come a dime a sack, so let's get it straight A fake is what I hate, so f** Kurupt, Daz and Nate [Verse 4: B.G. Knocc Out] Motherf**in' fake n***as be thinkin' that they can get with the real deal What I would do if I was you is take a chill pill Yet and still tricks, I gave your click a pa** But when I see that busta Daz I gotta bank his a** Smash, down another puppy pound clown With the round from my Smith and watch his body shift Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you And B.G. K-O can dig your hole before they bury you [Bridge X2] (Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas) (Softer than a b**h but portrayed the role of gangsta) (Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas) Stupid motherf**er (Yeah, that's what I'm sayin') [Verse 5: B.G. Knocc Out] So now you n***as know who in the f** you f**in' with B-G and D-R-E, n***a, the baby gangsta clique As we did some gangsta sh** from a real G's perspective n***as get all like pumped while I stay calm and collective I check those s**as they callin' self and causin' ruckus '94 set claimin', Snoop, D-O bangin bustas [Verse 6: Dresta] Much love to the B-G, C-P-T Much love to the D-R-E, O-B-G Much love to the Eazy-E, C-P-T And D-P-G don't wanna see us, see see You fools ain't nothin' but marks, so f** your set Now what's next, I doubt if you wanna flex, no respect Run up and get wrecked You tried to diss the B.G., although we let that sh** pa** Daz you f** around and find your ugly a** Smashed in a trash bag, fool You wannabe's gonna be layin' down If you keep f**in' around with the Compton Dogg Pound [Hook X2]