Dogg Pound - A Doggz Day Afternoon Lyrics

INTRO:(DAZ)

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.Wuz happenin?


(KURUPT)

In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases

Mentalest 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(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


(DAT NIGGA DAZ)

Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known

To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems

For rusty motherf*ckers to be acting 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

(?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)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(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 -a