Tha Dogg Pound - NewYork NewYork

Yo B (yo, just pass the blunt man)Turn your speakers up money!Yo God! (Yo God?)Yo I got mad skills.Isn't that money?Chorus: SnoopNew York New York big city of dreamsAnd everything in New York ain't always what it seemsYou might get fooled if you come from out of townBut I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg PoundVerse One: KuruptIt's the incredible, the lyricalYou can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracleI'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with atouch of this twister, stylistic mixtureWhat I create pulsates, there is no escapeAnnihilate your mental mindstateDre labels my vocabulary abusiveI packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadlyInduce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shedAnd niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and nearPrepare, catch me chillin like the winterUp against the number one contender, as I enterCause I gets heated like frictionMotherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fictionTelepathic addiction, to this homicidal recitalDangerous and vital to all my rivalsSuicidal, brainwaves conveysTo the average motherfucker's minds these daysI'm all ready to put work inTake ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkinGive a FUCK, what's your name, what you claimOr why you came, motherfucker don't explainSimply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simplyLeggin hoes like Simpty, the invicible MCChorus OneChorus Two: SnoopToo much, I serve too many people, too muchIt's too much, I serve too many peopleAnd when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequelChorus One and TwoVerse Two: KuruptGimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his kneesVerbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juicelessThe barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to meSo how the fuck you inherit my style?Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't denyNot a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask whyTonight's the night for me to rip microphonesInto bits and pieces lyrical telekinesisGets me into verbally vindictiveViolent vocabulary bobs to existanceCatch me in the pitch black pathI sit and let the sick thought pass through my mentaltill I hear an instrumentalAnd detrimental verbals get to spittinThe highest in intellect, try connectin with the writtenNow they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosenTo explore new terrains, then remain unseen, throughout the warDips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flowFo sho', I takes it to you from the do'Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)I disconnect ya, corrupt ya, MC to vocallybore your whole molecular, structureCatastrophic, mystic as MixelplixHittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricistChorus One and Two: repeat 2X[Kurupt]We live... the night I served two thousand MC'sWe live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z[Daz]We live (baby) it was the night I served two thousand MC'sWe live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z[Snoop]DPGC, ba-byABC-DPGCBa-by...Verse Three: KuruptEryday, I bust rhymes and reciteIn ways that make MC's stop in daylightI'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streetsInvincibility is what makes me complete, competeNah you can't even fade meI fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...*bzzt to static*

Channel: Music
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: blackbrotha578

Length: 05:10
Rating: 4.83
Views: 7224

Tags: Daz  Dogg  Kurupt  NewYork  Pound  rap  Snoop  Tha  

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