Sooo Much Style

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