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