Back in your ass with a twenty sack
Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
In effect for the 9-5, y'know?
We been havin' a little confrontation with
A lot of motherfuckers out there
But y'know they just can't do the thangs that we seem to do
And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits
Straight up, motherfuckers can't even fade me

N-n-now who the hell wanna face me?
To make me act a complete fool lately
It's been cool, my mentality plus dope helps me cope
With no smoke, I'm depressed and easily to provoke
.45's and Nines I'm heated, me and Kurupt puffin' on the Berry all day
Repeatedly and immediately in a daze, we stoned and phased
In the back of the truck lies a gauge, for any buster
Actin' brave, maybe I can see what no other rapper has saw
With my skills to murder 'em all
And can't be prevented when you know I'm after ya
Got the heart to blast atcha, matter-of-fact, to capture
Those who don't belong be on the strong
Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don't have long
Now can I get a witness?
My riches attract women wit' class
Dat Nigga Daz is about to mash all over da cash
Blast then dash, we in the getaway car now
Known rap stars turn to outlaws, wanted for the murder
Or motive of the death, was fuck y'all
Dogg Pound Gangsta clique
I represent Dogg Pound to the fullest 'cause I'm

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you, oh-so clearly

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low

N-n-now ya escapade and ya rant and rave, masqueradin'
Around town like ya paid, so where's the stack?
Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back
Now I'm a dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse
The assembly for dismemberin' when I'm strapped
Off Hennessey I blast that ass to Tennessee and back
Who's that? I'm hopin' I'm about to bust this fool's back open
I'm laid-back scopin', but don't open
The three main ingredients to the plot
Some weed, my nigga D-A-Z, and some heat cocked
I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team
We take gettin' paid to the extreme, it seems that I'ma
Bring a little more than the drama, comma, dash
Two liters and Daz down to mash 'cause I'm

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you, oh-so clearly

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low

Now that I open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations
But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation
No hesitation, the ground beneath my croker sacks
Rear behind my back, I'm in the grey, blue, brown or black
Straps front to back, so what you want with that?
It comes with a ticket for you to lay stone flat
Hoes say that, "I like your cyco-azz, trigger fast nigga
So when I see you rub my head to flow that's how the shit go"
Shit hit the fan goddamn, kill or see killed, it never faze me
Topics spoke on regular 'cause topic happen daily
Know what amaze me?
What's poppin' on under my hat
And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps
Like this, uncut then I get un-cocked
Apparently for some reason that keeps gettin' a lot
Now put this on some of that and put that to a stop
But you can put that on me
Because I sold the key to the beef
And as you can see never early, ya late, collaborate professionally
Now peep as I drop bombs on ya moms like songs
When I'm reignin' no pain, no gain when I'm maintainin'
This lyrical explosion and my nigga Daz on react
With this track gotcha open, poetical graffiti
Hershey gotta pound for your town, Italy, to the needy
Lyrics that test drugs like PCP
And I ain't lie 'til I die D-P-G-C and I stay

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you, oh-so clearly

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low

You murderer, you murderer

Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D-O-double G sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you, oh-so clearly

Murderer
Murderer (blah)
You murderer
You murderer

That's what I'm sayin y'know?
Still puttin' it down like we supposed to
Every day, all day, it don't stop and it don't quit
So pack up your shh and bail outta dodge, haha

(All right everybody, this is a fuckin' raid)
(Anybody try to leave, I pump one in your ass)

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Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Lamar Edward, Ricardo Brown