Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes to elevate your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got
From the bottom to the top, or get shanked, get shot
Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse transgression
From this infectious interlude, they on the loose and unstoppable
Daz, my motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past

Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
With no way of climbin' out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react?
With intentions to keep on mashin', strap for strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Pound Gangsta all day, all night
Partyin' like a motherfucker now, all night
But, uh, simple as fact
I been wantin' to serve your whole fuckin' crew (wassup?)
Now whatchu wanna do? (Hmm, whatchu wanna do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon, slowly step in
Caught your homie straight slippin'
You shoulda known from the jump, nigga, that I was trippin'
I gets to bustin' (blaow-blaow) (what?)
You gets to duckin' (blaow-blaow) (what?)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin' in the Cutlass (what?)
My performance is enormous, the way that I stay up on 'em
I catch 'em and let 'em have it, what's up with my opponents?
I hold it down for the 2-1, I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhymes are so unexplainable and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable, huh

I'm a D-P-G-C for life
I do what I feel and I do what I like (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'ma D-P-G-C for life
I do what I feel and I do what I like (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm a D-P-G-C for life
I'ma do what I feel and, I'ma do what I like (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm a D-P-G-C for life
I'ma do what I feel and I'ma do what I like (nigga)

I'll hit ya like shots from the homie strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cognac
Give a fuck whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk, you can eat a dick
'Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
Out of mind, somethin' I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin' all through the streets rollin' with some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in LA
I'm on point and alert
With skills like a huntin' expert, fuck around and get hurt
Worked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin' dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there

Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin' lips off, travellin' like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
With my rhymes or my riddles
Ain't got no time to fiddle, faddle
Dibble, dabble, gotta rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin' so hard that I'm leavin' 'em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think about it, better yet, forget it
Uh, play like En Vogue 'cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the soloist
Hit you in a second, one, two, mic-checkin'
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin' shop, TEC and Glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cockin' gauges
Just flip the scripts and rippin' pages
Rage is the amazin', trail-blazin'
Close shavin' like Norelco, you can't let go, hell no
I'm that lyrical murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and, uh

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Writer(s): Delmer Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Robin Allen