A Dogg'z Day Day Afternoon

[Intro: Dat Nigga Daz] Yeah! Straight up 9-5! Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz Creepin and crawlin through your hood, smokin, loccin Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff Wuz happenin? [Verse One: Kurupt] In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes Construction of 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 fuckin basset hounds Tragic how the mic gets handled Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal You scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic [Daz] 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 motherfuckers to be actin like they all in With the clique 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 fucks 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 (Break you) Awake you to a new plateau with 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 (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half [Kurupt] DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin Motherfuck surrenderin Who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up The homies coolin while you an' ya chest get fuckin blew in Provoke us, survey with the superior focus I'm Dat Nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis S'impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive It's left to ya instict of survival Mashin, cash in ya chips I gotta lil' sadistic sick mind I find 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, hoes can't play me Observe I serve those that betray me [Nate Dogg] I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't bite 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 didn't multiply We getting kinda deep, yeah the crew and I [Kurupt] And who am I? [Snoop] And who am I? That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die!