歌曲 | A Doggz Day Afternoon |
歌手 | Tha Dogg Pound |
专辑 | Dogg Food |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dat Nigga Daz, Dogg, Kurupt | |
Intro:(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? | |
(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 fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 fucks 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 | |
Now well well(well), ?? 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 blue an' | |
Provoke us,survey with the superior focus | |
I'm that 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,cashing in chips i gotta loose sadistic sick mind | |
You define it i'm mentally silly 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,hos 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 fight | |
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 did multiply | |
We gettin kinda deep,yeah the crew'll die | |
(kurupt):and who am i? | |
(snoop dogg):and who am i? | |
That crazy motherfucker from the dpg | |
Do or die! |
zuo ci : Dat Nigga Daz, Dogg, Kurupt | |
Intro: daz | |
Yeah! straight up 95! | |
Kurupt the motherfuckin kingpin, dat nigga daz | |
Creepin and crawlin through your hood, smokin, loccin | |
Provokin punk motherfuckers 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 excons | |
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 | |
The scramble like randall abusive when i recite on the stage | |
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 fucks right outta ya speakers | |
? am so blown, shown for lootin? grab the microphone alone | |
Like jodeci, noticesee 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 | |
Now well well well, ?? 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 | |
Dpgeliminates 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 blue an' | |
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus | |
I' m that 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, cashing in chips i gotta loose sadistic sick mind | |
You define it i' m mentally silly and batter | |
It doesn' t matter when ya into it | |
Ya just entered in a warzone all alone with ya microphone unguarded | |
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and coldhearted | |
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 facetoface then it escalates | |
Duckdown, kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos 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 fight | |
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 did multiply | |
We gettin kinda deep, yeah the crew' ll die | |
kurupt: and who am i? | |
snoop dogg: and who am i? | |
That crazy motherfucker from the dpg | |
Do or die! |
zuò cí : Dat Nigga Daz, Dogg, Kurupt | |
Intro: daz | |
Yeah! straight up 95! | |
Kurupt the motherfuckin kingpin, dat nigga daz | |
Creepin and crawlin through your hood, smokin, loccin | |
Provokin punk motherfuckers 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 excons | |
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 | |
The scramble like randall abusive when i recite on the stage | |
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 fucks right outta ya speakers | |
? am so blown, shown for lootin? grab the microphone alone | |
Like jodeci, noticesee 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 | |
Now well well well, ?? 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 | |
Dpgeliminates 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 blue an' | |
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus | |
I' m that 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, cashing in chips i gotta loose sadistic sick mind | |
You define it i' m mentally silly and batter | |
It doesn' t matter when ya into it | |
Ya just entered in a warzone all alone with ya microphone unguarded | |
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and coldhearted | |
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 facetoface then it escalates | |
Duckdown, kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos 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 fight | |
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 did multiply | |
We gettin kinda deep, yeah the crew' ll die | |
kurupt: and who am i? | |
snoop dogg: and who am i? | |
That crazy motherfucker from the dpg | |
Do or die! |