We bout to do it a little somethin like this
 Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin?
 (and you don't stop)
 Fuck all your motherfuckers
 (and you don't quit)
 And umm... for some strange reason
 (and you don't stop)
 Niggaz like to duplicate
 (and you don't quit)
 (and you don't stop)
 Transformin ass side bustas, Daz
 (and you don't quit)
 [Dat Niggaz Daz]
 Come get at me, and play get back
 The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you counteract?
 I'm openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink
 (but yet and still) there's no ideal 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?
 [Kurupt]
 Nigga yes it is
 Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
 tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
 That, automatic straps that's supposed to
 be hittin new clothes and expose
 Knows, not, who to step to
 This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
 I select too so motherfucker bow down
 Niggaz swear the Pound got so much style
 *chorus*
 Sooo many styles (repeat 3X)
 *repeat 4X*
 [Kurupt]
 Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw
 Niggaz running up in me murdering em all
 My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
 I enter in a circle and start maraudin MC's
 The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
 Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
 they can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
 If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch
 So enter 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
 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 blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war
 My creations, mental invasions
 Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style
 Chorus 2X
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 Now let me take a second, for Dat Nigga Daz
 to amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
 Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
 How can you see me when I'm already high and blown
 to the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card
 Now the Pound is blessed, like dove
 I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid
 [Kurupt]
 Every single day our shit is gettin played
 So conclusively is the conclusion
 The art of illusion
 Niggaz step in the midst of confusion
 How can you see what can't be viewed?
 DPG has the ability to end a whole feud
 So forget it, you're feelin lyrically energetic
 So I sentence you to death by use of poetics
 That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it
 Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 Niggaz don't realize what's with the Pound
 Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it down
 From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin
 No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start dumpin
 Let me explain (whassup) niggaz don't know what time it is
 I ain't even tryin to make friends
 Fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit
 that you be stressin, let me get to the lesson
 Peep me out, now you know
 Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes
 Ninety-five we survive everyday
 and what they say (we got styles)
 *chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to DPG over