Intro:
Yeah, give it up
(Dogg Pound Gangstas, Kurupt and Daz) Yeah
(we all about nothin but bitches, money and cash)
(You talk shit we just might blast) Dat Nigga Daz back in yo` ass once more
(You start any shit, we hit your ass) Fuckin it up like you know we do
(A deadly situation we gotta mash)
(These niggas know what we hatch
(Daz)
If I did it, could I`ve done it, can a battle just started
and I`m gunnin for niggas who ain`t down and who arrived fo`
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row
Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don`t matter
I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals
Without a doubt, kill em and turn em out
Known is the way that I shake, rattle and roll
And like Jemima cryin, enthusiastic is too nice
KABOOM! We mash to the extreme as a team
Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine
I hunt a string of MC`s who thought foolishness
Schoolin this whole rap game, we rulin this
We doin this, persuin this major
Stackin major proper wit my Dogg street behaviour
I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs wit a blow of skills
like Tyson, mackin your ass out like Bruno
You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin kin (kin)
Dead in your skin, kill any thing that lives
Sure enough I never thought that your ass could come rough
Call your bluff, comin with skills to smash your stuff
You know it`s hardcore, you know it`s raw
You know it`s hardcore, I break your jaw
Too many times with rhymes I combine and blow minds
with the ways I design (hey Daz) *?premiere?* your fuckin time
(Kurupt)
The author of authentics (that`s me)
When I was young I played games with this girl
Hide and go get it til I was laced in the clinic
Learn quick to always keep unleashin hat on my dick
I know you`re trippin off me and what play I threw
But I ain`t trippin off you and what you say I do
It`s time for war, man, they all runnin again
Empty clip, reload, start gunnin again
I remember Kurupt, you`ll never get that far
No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars
I used patience and implanted my sight
to the corner of Dukes 5 where it`s lie like life
I`m put in a position where I thinks
And I`m about to beat MC`s purple, blue and pink
Take what`s yours (yours), break down your doors (doors)
Hardcore radical rough `n` raw
When you come talkin wit`cha talk (talk)
It`s me, I`m about stalk and I rock it from LA to New York
or to the city of Phil
where all my niggas, at keepin it real, are we in Shane Hill?
To the south, to the east, to the north
Kurupt grabbin it about to rip it off
I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best
I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots
I leave the scene like a quake cos I leave em shakin
They all shake tryin ta take the money that I make
You`ll never get past three rounds
three rhymes, three MC`s and three towns
I came to put it down
and lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground, now
Chorus: Daz, (Kurupt)
(You know it`s me in your world, Daz)
It`s about the bitches, (naw, it`s about the cash)
Move quick, (move fast), the real again
(Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan)
Kill and kill again
I got money on my mind, (postin at the palm)
Sittin in my room witta pad (writin rhymes)
(Dimes on the nickels), nickels on the dimes
(With quarters) thousands (to million dollar) bonds
*repeat*
