featuring Daz Dillinger
Daz:
ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh...
Kurupt:
G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing
We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)
Better ask your folks about the D O double G's
How long could the war last on a warpath?
We're still heat nigga still signing autographs
Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash
The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss
Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest
I fuck around and call it crisis
with preciseness, and precisely this
See we make the shit that precisely hits.
So how soon could you pump up the volume
Hand you your ends and pump up my album
Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust
I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours
Cocking back your name, blasting anything
Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang
It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
G-R, Gang Related, and we are
We are (fresh) (repeat)
I spit poison, poisonous darts
I aim, bomb and charge
One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart
Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again
Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed
touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds
Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping
I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming
'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!)
I fade in to see how Baby sparks
No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks
Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit
DPG
