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) Niggas like to duplicate (and you don't quit) (and you don't stop) Transformin ass side bustas, Daz (and you don't quit) [Dat Niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it [Dat Nigga Daz] Niggas 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) niggas 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*