"A Doggz Day Afternoon" as written by and Nathaniel D./arnaud Hale....

[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?


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


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!

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"A Doggz Day Afternoon" as written by Nathaniel Hale Delmer Drew Arnaud

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