Correction Paroles A Doggz Day Afternoon par Tha Dogg Pound

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Yeah, straight up 9 5
Kurupt the motherf*ckin' Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' through your hood, smokin'
Loccin, provokin' punk motherf*ckers like this stuff
What's happenin'?

In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalist telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons

In my zone you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns open casket
Trackin' niggas down like f*ckin' basset hounds

Tragic how the mic gets handled, prodigious like a vandal
On a midnight scandal the scramble like Randall
Abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherf*ckin' mic

Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit
That's known to blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems
Clones get crushed like stones I forbid
For rusty motherf*ckers to be actin' like they all in

With the click got checks that shit and once again it's on
And it's on with the gangsta shit, I create the beats
That beats the f*cks right outta ya speakers amps are blown
Shown for me to grab the microphone alone

Like Jodeci, notice see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you
Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes

Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because their game ain't tight
Now well well, now welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell

I makes that fast cash, Dat Nigga Daz
I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half

DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought
Bismemberin', motherf*ck surrenderin' who, what, when
Let's tear shit the f*ck up, the homies coolin'
While you an' ya chest get f*ckin' blue an'

Provoke us, survey with the superior focus
I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
S' impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
It's left to ya instinct of survival

Mashin', cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind
They define it I´m mentally sick, and batter
It doesn't matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone

With ya microphone unguarded, I just started
Poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block

Stop let the whole place evacuate
Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me

I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain't never seen a game that did multiply
We gettin' kinda deep, yeah the crew and I

And who am I? And who am I?
That crazy motherf*cker from the DPG, do or die

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