Tonalità: Eb major
Verse 1
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Mmm, mmm
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Now I can't trust none of these
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hoes nowadays
'Cause they be walkin' 'round
with that shit called AIDS
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And every girl I meet nowadays is new
So I can't do to them what I
A
would to do you, so
Verse 2
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Ah, another session
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G
F#m
Check- in session
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Dogg Pound Gangstaz
Verse 3
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I'm on top of the world
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With niggas with perms and
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Jheri curls
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Runnin' around town
with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga,
that I can call my own
A
Smokin' dub sacks and quarter pounds
G
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down to ozones
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(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga,
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D- A to the Z (uh- huh)
A motherfuckin' playa,
for the D- P to the G
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Connectin' lyric
Verse 4
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s like dot to dot,
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connectin' blocks
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I concoct vocals that's liable
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to make your heart stop
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Termination completed,
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and I'm out like the seasons
Murderin' MC's for no fuckin'
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apparent reason (mothafucka)
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This lyricist kicks lyrics
So intent to disable to kill your
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whole vocal existence
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Take him for instance,
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the murderous methods of maraudin'
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G
The Thunderdome, niggas
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had 'em squabbin'
Shit, all I know is you could talk
that talk (this Dogg Pound)
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G
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And you best to be able to walk that walk,
because
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We ride right, daylight, or after midnight
Gang trump tight, down to dump on sight
Call me the sniper with mo'
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chips than Wesley Snipes
Niggas oppose me,
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they get cracked like the pipe
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Born in the East, raised a G on the West
smokin' and rollin' with a S on my chest
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G
I roll swift as
Verse 5
a pigeon,
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G
diggin' niggas graves in tombstones alone
G
A
microphone or phone
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Stampedin' like a herd of buffalo,
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you tumble
G
Now when you try to get up,
motherfucker, you stumbled
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G
Now it's a must that I can bust,
from the shots from my 12 gauge
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Dust to get your high blown in the meanwhile,
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my profile
G
F#m
Of my styles unusual from
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a buckwild child
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But in the meanwhile (yeah)
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I can kill that ass softly like an Al B. song
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I maul fifty MC's,
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divided just by one
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Now who's the greatest mother
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fucker other than myself?
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Droppin' lyrical vitamins for your health,
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motherfucker
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One
Verse 6
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by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers
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got your back
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A
G
'Cause when it comes down to it,
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we outs to clown
G
It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz,
puttin' it down
F#m
A
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G
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers
A
got your back
F#m
'Cause when it comes down to it,
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we outs to clown
G
It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz,
puttin' it down
Verse 7
G
Now picture that ass and frame it,
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what a shame
A
Motherfucker to remain to obtain game
Verse 8
G
I'm on another journey,
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G
my mindset on twisted (uh- huh)
Gettin' twisted and twist this
fool for his grip then dash
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Daz in the G, set to chirp, strapped
G
'Cause he don't give a fuck,
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and down to put in work
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A
G
And this is how it's done like one,
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two, three
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Kurupt, and I'm quick to fuck
shit up on G.P., lethal
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G
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There's no stoppin' me,
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top- notch, there's no equal
Verse 9
To the philosophies I concoct
A
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We makin' examples out of
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G
motherfuckers like you
Nigga, there's no idea, nigga,
and there's no clue, you're through
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G
You're outta here motherfucker,
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G
you're finished, you're scared, admit it
A
Your new album, shit
Verse 10
A
with your two eyes
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that my rhyme hypnotize
G
Just like Jim Jones baptized his followers
The wrath, there's a slaughter,
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G
have you ever heard of one?
Serve for my homie,
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G
now we ridin' for baby Sha (and I)
A
Unload for ammo for ammo,
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G
the Impala was dippin'
Through Pomona as I ride up on you
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on the corner (mothafucker)
G
It's kinda cold,
how his ass got smoked (well alright)
A
And now you know that we ain't no joke
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I never trust a
Verse 11
G
F#m
busta, so I
G
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G
never trust your ass
Hope via satellites around
when we bust your ass
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G
I peeped you out the side of my eyes,
'cause I be peepin'
Murderous situations,
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G
you got yourself knee deep in
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G
You're walkin' 'round
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while you're sleepin'
G
So awake yourself, nigga,
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then break yourself
And I don't give a fuck if
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your money is spent
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I want your hat to your clothes
A
A
'cause dollars make sense
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I got so many hoes on my dick,
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G
I gotta shake hoes
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G
And I'm controllin'
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minds like Waco
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Texas, Mr. Flossy
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in the Lexus
Super supreme,
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I plot schemes like Stephen King and
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One
Verse 12
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F#m
by one, we'll start to subtract
G
And see how many motherfuckers
G
got your back
'Cause when it comes down to it,
G
we outs to clown
It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz,
A
puttin' it down
G
G
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers
got your back
'Cause when it comes down to it,
G
we outs to clown
It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz,
A
puttin' it down
G
Verse 13
DPG
Yeah, I thought you knew, DPG
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G
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, DPG
A
G
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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(Straight puttin' it down) DPG
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Ah, uh- huh, yeah,
Verse 14
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everywhere I look,
I see a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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G
Yeah, every corner that I turn
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I see a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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Yeah, every studio that I go to's a Dogg
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Pound Gangsta (I just wanna be)
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Yeah, in the cut, the Kingpin Kurupt
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Biggest dick, nigga with the biggest nuts,
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G
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hahaha
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Dogg Pound Gangstaz
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