Dogg Pound Gangstaz

Let's drop it
What up?
That motherfucker, ayy, blaze it up (down to rock? Wassup?)
Like that motherfucker (so we gon' do it tonight)
Gon' ride on that ass, go over that nigga's mama house (do it, do it)

Now my rhymes are as potent as pipe bombs (boom)
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphonists, all set to unload
Zone watch, that means watch the zone
I'm in a temple with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
To face a prosecuted life or death MC sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just envision how far I could get, explore to the inner core
And ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
'Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back to reality where niggas pack straps
And they mentality react so violently to leave MC's breathin' silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin' me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
It's easy to find MCs to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
Supposed to be, regulatin' in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz, "Don't worry," like Keith Murray, I'ma strangle
MCs with the microphone cord
You don't faze me, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you, buddy
I know where you live and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desecrate you, I create two
Murderous scenes, can you relate to

A Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G)
Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G)

I got the right to serve your ass when you headin' to school (right)
'Cause I'm Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and I'm a fuckin' fool
Don't play with my head, nigga, killers don't speak
Come out the woodworks on your ass (blaow)
Real niggas stalk the streets (blaow)
Unmatched in my inner circle
Where only Gs roam, hellhounds in the war zone
Not givin' the math up (about what?)
About your clique, or what you representin' ain't meanin' shit
Bustas jump to get they fuckin' wig split
Caught up in the twist while I'm stickin' dick through your bitch
You don't know me, girl, I'm down to do low
Your bitch is jockin' Daz, I'm diggin' deep as Cousteau, check it out

I'm massive, you get your ass kicked
Entangle with assassins down for mad shit
Nigga, the strap's in your hand, now what you gon' do?
Is you gon' blast me and blast Kurupt too?
Are you just gon' hold it and act like a bitch, where's he at?
'Cause I got me a gat (gat)
And I'ma show him how a true G's supposed to act with a strap
(There's somethin' 'bout bein' a Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga)
'Til I die, Dogg Pound for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once, so I ain't singin' it twice

A Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G for life)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G for life)
Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G)
'Til I die, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G, D-P-G for life)
What? Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G for life)
'Til I die, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G for life)
Givin' it up, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (D-P-G, straight up)
When I blast, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangster (D-P-G, D-P-G for life)

Haha (D-P-G)
That's all I know (D-P-G for life)
That's all I live fo' (D-P-G for life)
Is D-P-G, when I wake up in the mornin' (D-P-G for life)
All I see is D-P-G, that's all I know (D-P-G, D-P-G, D-P-G)

"It's slippery out there in winter nights, so y'all drivers (D-P-G for life)
Y'all slow down and be careful that you don't run into nobody (D-P-G for life)
Put all them Yaks down and them chronic joints and thangs (D-P-G, D-P-G)
And go on, make it home 'cause you know people in California can't drive (D-P-G for life)
This is the late-night conversation hour, baby, comin' at you live
It's 2:35 AM from the zone with the balls
The Megatron Max DJ, givin' you the beats back that made us all
Call in if you got somethin' good to say, or even bad, I don't give a damn
That's 3-1-0-D-A-P-O-U-N-D, W Balls, 187.4 FM
On your dial, motherfucker, call in
Caller, caller, yes, you're on the line
Now, what you got to say about that respect?
Are you dyin' over there?"
"Excuse me, I just got through takin' a shit"
"Oh, that's what it is"
"Uh, this is John from John's Adult Toys and Dildos out here in Lakewood
You know, um, I like what you're, I like what you guys are doin'
And I think it's pretty cool"
"You sure you ain't dyin', man?"
"Excuse me"
"But, uh, anyhow, you know, um, we're givin' out five percent discounts, you know
With each rubber that you bought"
"Oh, five percent, huh? You should be givin' up fifty percent as much time you takin' up
Next caller, please, let me hear somebody on the line with somethin' new
And I done hope you wipe yo' ass man"
"Hey, this is Monster-Pooh from Gayside Gangsters, we in the house
All I'll like to know is when you gonna be givin' away some of them tickets?
Ya know what I'm sayin'? And also when can I speak to EZ Dicc?"
"EZ Dicc, he ain't in right now
You need to drink some motherfuckin' Lysol or somethin'
The next caller, caller number ten, you win the tickets so just call in
But right now we wanna play the number one song of the day 'Respect'"