Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischievous lyrical genius on the loose And I pack the deuce, deuce of some act right juice I'm in my own space and time The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day Foe a G from D P G to wear clear blue and gray I come, I came, I am, I ain't The nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got From the bottom to the top or get shanked, get shot Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse transgression From this infectious enemy, they on the loose And unstoppable, Daz My motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit With no way you're climbin' out and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react With intentions to keep on mashin' strap to strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty? Dogg Poung Gangsta all day, all night Partyin' like a motherfuckin' now all night But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin' to serve your whole fuckin' crew So now whatchu wanna do? Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin' You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin' I get to bustin', you get to duckin' Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin' in the cut My performance is enormous, the way that I stayed up on 'em I catch 'em and let 'em have it, what's up with my opponents I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign, top Dogg number one My rhyme to some inflanable and Doggs that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and I do what I like I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and I do what I like I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and I do what I like I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and I do what I like I hits it like shots from the homey strap I smoke indo and I sip Cognac Give a fuck, whatcha name is, I tell ya quick Face to face, punk you can eat a dick 'Cuz you're all out of time, out of sight Out of mind, somethin' I wouldn't do without a nine I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashin' all through the streets, rollin' wit some heat I'm heated, repeat it day after day Daily survival tactics in L.A. I'm on point and alert With skills like a huntin' expert, fuck around and get hurt Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause motherfuckin' dilemmas See me in black and beware It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off Rage is knockin' lips off, travellin' like a spitball, I hit y'all Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle With my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle Faddle, dibble, dabble Gotta rock like Fraggle I'm hittin' so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin' 'em snaggled Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx Think about it, better yet forget it Uhh, play like En Vogue 'cuz you're never gonna get it The style, the flavor, the flow, the soloist Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin' That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball I'm wreckin', shop, tech and glock Not in my pocket, no need for cock and Gauges just flip the scripts and rippin' pages Rage is the amazin', trail-blazin' Flows shavin' like Norelco you can't let go, hell no I'm that Lyrical Murderer Stranded on the row with my ill type flow and uhh © WB MUSIC CORP.; SUGE PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com