Released: October 31, 1995
Featuring: Snoop Dogg Nate Dogg
Songwriter: Snoop Dogg Nate Dogg Kurupt Daz Dillinger
Producer: Daz Dillinger
[Intro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Yeah! Straight up! 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin' Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' through your hood, smokin', loccin
Provokin' punk motherfuckers like this stuff
Wuz happenin'?
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Construction of thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone (zone) you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns, open casket
Trackin' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
You scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin' mic
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo´s poems?
Clones get crushed like stones
I forbid, for rusty motherfuckers to be actin like they all in
With the clique got checks that shit
And once again it's on, and it's on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact
I can make you or break you (Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau with mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because their game ain't tight
Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz
I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast than dash
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin'
Motherfuck surrenderin'
Who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin' while you an' ya chest get fuckin' blew in
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus
I'm Dat Nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
S'impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
It's left to ya instinct of survival
Mashin', cash in ya chips I gotta lil' sadistic sick mind
I find it, I'm mentally sick
And batter
It doesn't matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop
Let the whole place evacuate
Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hoes can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
[Nate Dogg]
I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't bite
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain't never seen a game that didn't multiply
We gettin' kinda deep, yeah the crew and I
[Kurupt] And who am I?
[Snoop] And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die!
Yeah! Straight up! 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin' Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' through your hood, smokin', loccin
Provokin' punk motherfuckers like this stuff
Wuz happenin'?
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Construction of thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone (zone) you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns, open casket
Trackin' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
You scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin' mic
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo´s poems?
Clones get crushed like stones
I forbid, for rusty motherfuckers to be actin like they all in
With the clique got checks that shit
And once again it's on, and it's on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact
I can make you or break you (Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau with mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because their game ain't tight
Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz
I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast than dash
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin'
Motherfuck surrenderin'
Who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin' while you an' ya chest get fuckin' blew in
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus
I'm Dat Nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
S'impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
It's left to ya instinct of survival
Mashin', cash in ya chips I gotta lil' sadistic sick mind
I find it, I'm mentally sick
And batter
It doesn't matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop
Let the whole place evacuate
Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hoes can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
[Nate Dogg]
I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't bite
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain't never seen a game that didn't multiply
We gettin' kinda deep, yeah the crew and I
[Kurupt] And who am I?
[Snoop] And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die!
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