Tha Dogg Pound

Sooo Much Style

Tha Dogg Pound


Have you ever seen... sooo much style? 
We bout to do it a little somethin like this 
Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin? 
(and you don't stop) 
Fuck all your motherfuckers 
(and you don't quit) 
And umm... for some strange reason 
(and you don't stop) 
Niggaz like to duplicate 
(and you don't quit) 
(and you don't stop) 
Transformin ass side bustas, Daz 
(and you don't quit) 
[Dat Niggaz Daz] 
Come get at me, and play get back 
The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you counteract? 
I'm openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink 
(but yet and still) there's no ideal what these thoughts contain 
All alone (like) like no else around 
in the area (say what) runnin shit from here to Siberia 
Now is this a jack? 
[Kurupt] 
Nigga yes it is 
Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez 
[Dat Nigga Daz] 
And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper 
tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta 
That, automatic straps that's supposed to 
be hittin new clothes and expose 
Knows, not, who to step to 
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too 
I select too so motherfucker bow down 
Niggaz swear the Pound got so much style 
*chorus* 
Sooo many styles (repeat 3X) 
*repeat 4X* 
[Kurupt] 
Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw 
Niggaz running up in me murdering em all 
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before 
I enter in a circle and start maraudin MC's 
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times 
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style 
they can't match, in the back of my vocab batch 
If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch 
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned 
I got a microphone I had to kill and murder to own 
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes 
emotionless shit registers in my mind when I get high 
The darkest secrets, keep it untold 
when it's revealed the Amityville mirage will unfold 
Take flight, I ignite like C dash 4 
With Daz I blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war 
My creations, mental invasions 
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style 
Chorus 2X 
[Dat Nigga Daz] 
Now let me take a second, for Dat Nigga Daz 
to amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone 
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone 
How can you see me when I'm already high and blown 
to the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card 
Now the Pound is blessed, like dove 
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid 
[Kurupt] 
Every single day our shit is gettin played 
So conclusively is the conclusion 
The art of illusion 
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion 
How can you see what can't be viewed? 
DPG has the ability to end a whole feud 
So forget it, you're feelin lyrically energetic 
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics 
That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it 
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it 
[Dat Nigga Daz] 
Niggaz don't realize what's with the Pound 
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it down 
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin 
No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start dumpin 
Let me explain (whassup) niggaz don't know what time it is 
I ain't even tryin to make friends 
Fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit 
that you be stressin, let me get to the lesson 
Peep me out, now you know 
Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes 
Ninety-five we survive everyday 
and what they say (we got styles) 
*chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to DPG over