Have you ever seen so much style? (Nigga)
Now uh, we 'bout to do it a little somethin' like this (yeah)
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines
You know what I'm sayin'? (And you don't stop)
Fuck all you motherfuckers (D-P-G-C)
(And you don't quit) and, um
(And you don't stop) for some strange reason
(D-P-G-C) (and you don't quit) niggas like to duplicate
(And you don't stop)
Transformin' ass side bustas, Daz (and you don't quit)

Come get at me and play Get Back (Back)
The plots concoct thoughts adapt, can you counteract?
I'm openin' my eyes and my thoughts are blank
(But yet and still) there's no idea 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 move? Nigga, yes it is
'Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
It's dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
Tryna intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate to that?
Automatic straps that's supposed to be hidden in clothes then exposed
Knows not who to step to
This fool selected to get his whole jaw connect too
I select you, so motherfucker bow down
Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style

So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (motherfuckers say they got so much style) (style)
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles

Now have you ever seen? Seen meaning saw
Niggas runnin' up at me, murderin' 'em all
My composure stays above sixty degrees
Before I enter in a circle and start maraudin' MCs
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times (times)
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
They can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you can enter, take the stash, nigga, I'll start from scratch
So when they're 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 (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'll blow the shit the fuck up like the last World War (yeah)
My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations with so much style

So many styles (yeah, style)
So many styles
So many styles (style, style, style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles (this is Dogg Pound town)
So many styles (style)
So many styles (and, uh)
So many styles (motherfuckers swear they got so much style, style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles (style)
So many styles (what we claim, Daz?)
(D-P-G-C)
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (D-P-G-C)

Now let me take a second for Dat Nigga Daz
To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone ('lone)
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone (phone)
How can you see me when I'm already high and blown? (Blown)
To the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card
Now Tha Pound is blessed, like God
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

Every single day our shit is gettin' played
So conclusively, here's the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggas step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can't be viewed?
D-P-G has the ability to end a whole feud (feud) (motherfucker)
So forget it, you're feelin' lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics
This my realm, so don't even try to explore it
Niggas tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

Niggas don't realize what's with Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town when me, Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be snuggled with straps, we be jumpin'
No suggestions needed when my MAK-90 start dumpin'
Let me explain somethin', niggas don't know what time it is
I ain't even tryna make friends
Fuck the bullshit, the idiotic type bullshit
That you be stressin', let me get with the lesson (lesson)
Peep me out, now you know
'94's the year, now we fuck up hoes
'95 we survived every day (day)
And what they say? We got style

So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (we got style)
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many styles (yeah, we got style)
So many styles
So many styles
So many styles (motherfuckers say we got so much style)
So many styles (Kurupt the king)
So many styles
So many styles (shit, he got so much style)
So many styles (Snoop Doggy Dogg)
So many styles
So many styles (motherfuckers say get got so much style)
So many styles (Dat Nigga Daz)
So many styles
So many styles (motherfuckers say he got so much style)
So many styles (The Lady of Rage)
So many styles
So many styles (motherfuckers say that she got so much style)
So many styles (yeah)
So many styles (Death Row)
So many styles (everybody know we got so much style)

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Writer(s): Delmer Drew Arnaud, Priest Joseph Brooks, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, William Moore