D.p.g. Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

My nigga Daz 

The funkiest nigga to make beats 

Nobody sees him, East to West coast 

Say what? Sat what? 

Motherfucker too much, too much, too much 

(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cuz) 

Where we from? yeah 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas 

(Say what? Say what?) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas 

(Motherfucker, too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

(Too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangstas 

(Too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas 

(Hey, Daz) 

I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em 

In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em 

Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand 

There's only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand 

(Dogg Pound) 

The Carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a 

And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a 

These adventures reak havoc 

Speak lavish lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage 

Rhyme savage, introduction to death 

Murder MC's till ain't shit left 

In a sector, why must MC's flip 

Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whipped 

Claiming they classic, but you don't set no classic examples 

With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samples 

Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no more 

I turned the channel, 'cuz niggaz you ain't live no more 

I use to follow, but now your's a legend like sleepy hollow 

I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swallow 

There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends 

I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began 

I'm the man, now what is this that I'm told to be red on the spot 

Dissed by a nigga I admire 

(Sucka) 

Oh shit, hell no this can't be 

Who's this on the radio dissing me 

D O double G, P O U N D, shit scorcher 

Doing a video for a song that got blew outta proportion 

I found he's the deadliest force in the world 

Where it's all about glamor, fame, and fortune 

As we blast and creep, so fuck you 

Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete 

We the elite, dat nigga Daz is back and he's blasting 

And anytime we meet face to face we mashing 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangstas 

(Say what? Say what?) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangstas 

(Too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

(Too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangstas 

(Too much) 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangstas 

(You know what?) 

So gimme, the heat to the motherfucking Jimmies 

Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's penny 

Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs 

To you chest, lethal techs, and pissed to get complex 

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

If your ho was on deck, then I'd fuck yo bitch 

It's Gotti in the cut with the Don, Colene 

And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes 

Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted 

Stalking you all, all walking caskets 

Hit the spot where the smoke is sold 

Low and behold, the tightest composition composed 

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

So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at 

React, actions speak louder than words 

But ain't nothing more potent than vision 

I seen out in through the visions, erupting 

I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon, then escape a lyrical felon 

Accelling in and out like, as if I'm smoking the bomb, boom 

And hit 3's as my D's shine and keep it gangsta 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas Gangsta 

Dogg Pound Gangstas, baby 

Dogg Pound Gangstas