10 Til Midnight Lyrics - Singles - Tha Dogg Pound

[Daz] 

That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows 

The inkling of a sect, suspect me 

This assemblies and less than two verses 

I'm able to disengage mics 

And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes 

When I recite they like two flips 

I sink MCs like ships 

With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse 

There's no comparison, I embarrassment 

Cause microphone harassment 

Here's where the fear and terror spin 

I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs 

Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days 

So I'm able to have more to perform 

I explode on the mic like C-4 

I eliminate ya fool microphones 

These limited the amount of opponents 

Step on the microphone I show em' 

Over and over, these weird situations 

Enter in the gladiation, now they facin' 

[Chorus] 

Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize 

That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care) 

So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise 

But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe 

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta) 

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta) 

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta) 

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor) 

[SKG] 

If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that 

Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at 

Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch 

Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock 

I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy 

Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy 

Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile 

Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady 

Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers 

Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth 

It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin' 

Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin' 

Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns 

Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run 

Hated by many, yo we loved by few 

You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do 

I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas 

Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up 

Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators 

Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers 

Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you 

Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you 

I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got 

He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked 

Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town 

That's how I get down 

[Chorus] 

[Kurupt] 

If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich 

If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch 

It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone 

And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes 

Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted 

Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets 

Hit the spot where the smokers hold 

Low and behold, the tightest composition composed 

Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback 

So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act 

React, actions speak louder than words 

But ain't nothin' more important than vision 

I've seen optical collisions corrupted 

I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon 

Can't escape a lyrical felon 

Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong 

Koran Don, set to explore like napalm 

Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions 

Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure 

Like incisions with the deadliest intentions 

To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions 

I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity 

Murdered by millions of volts 

I got a forty cal cold 

I'm all about business 

Life ain't what it seems in two seconds 

I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge 

Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once 

But I was two seconds late cause the size I was 

Was the first mistake 

My moms came and shook me I didn't awake 

Cause in my position that's the chance ya take 

In the dream, in the world with no way to escape 

[Chorus]