Well its that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you cant see me, nigga
Who am I? (Its Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, Im In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga thats on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz Im gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you dont give a shit
Like we dont give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-fours arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now cant nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz aint shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold Ds
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it dont take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, its a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes yall) Walk the Doggs (yes yall) Yiggy yall
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 bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought Id 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 ass
Youre headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So whats happenin? Im cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupts era, peep the terror, cuz its a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus Im) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers cant see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware Im tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Whos jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now thats my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz Im servin it
They cant fuck with or see me Im mass murderin
Yeah
(Im raw like new footage) Im rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
Check it out, its Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic Im puttin my weight down
And thats 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
Im stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
Whats a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we dont care
Niggaz dont give a fuck nigga
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
Niggaz dont give a fuck nigga
Thats why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
Niggaz dont give a fuck nigga
The clique im with, dont give a sheeit, ya know why?
Real niggaz dont give a fuck
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