A Doggz Day Afternoon Lyrics

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 What's happenin'?
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases Mentalist telepathy, lyrically it amazes Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my 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 the scramble like Randall Abusive when I recite on the stage Double access with a brand new motherfuckin' mic
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 click 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 Awake you to a new plateau wit' 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, now welcome where the ballers dwell Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash, Dat Nigga Daz I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half
DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought Bismemberin', motherfuck surrenderin' who, what, when Let's tear shit the fuck up, the homies coolin' While you an' ya chest get fuckin' blue an'
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus I'm that 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', cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind They define 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, hos can't play me Observe I serve those that betray me
I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight 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 did multiply We gettin' kinda deep, yeah the crew and I
And who am I? And who am I? That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die