Lyrics:
and Hypnotize your mind, blow
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I
the real CPT G's up in here
Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest
Hoo-Bangin to the fullest
Gyeah
[ VERSE 1 ]
I once heard don't forget
Where
like, as if I'm smoking the bomb (boom)
And hit 3's as my D's shine
And keep it gangsta
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Dogg
and got you slippin'
Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival,
(fuck no)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off, roll up the sensi
Front up, burn one until it empty
Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
to rock you)
Just let us rock, you!
Watch your girl and watch your wife
I got the kiss of death, to touch your life
Cause I am the man they call
on the carpet (yeah)
Finish prayer, I went to talkin'
Funny how we do the same things
I was just sayin' the same thing
Heard about how your last boyfriend did
Baby
[Chorus]
She ain't got that boom like I do
And she don't move a room like I do
And she ain't got that junk in her trunk or that bump that you
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
sons
And fuck your top five if I ain't your top one (woo)
These raps written in blood, I got lit off the buzz (uh-huh)
Know how I'm feelin' this bud
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
or no questions
Don’t know the answers though
I guess the less I know the better
At least that’s what I’ve been told
By Tame Impala, call your Mama
Tell
fresh MC I know you'l like
I gots mad love for everyone on this track
this rob rollin strong on a hoop attack
samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
MC Lyte paper thin drink tickets from the staff
Now it's time to make a friend and see if I can make her laugh
Hey princess, I got a lot of dialog
So
the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'?
When I Chief Rock underground MC's drop like sheet rock
Here's a ride to the underground
To the beat y'all
dog devil daring you niggas to body guards
And I will R.I.P. any M.C
That doubt the belief
That the rapper killing disease free
Obtaining from me
My
Done trapped, eiht spit speedy
In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedy
Innocent by-standers in they driveways
Yellow tape, here it comes, no
Your girl is cattin':
"I strictly listen to Luscious Jackson"
Aversion to heights, got you froze up like deer in headlights
And purple nights, like
'm charged with electric current
And burn'em so don't, touch
Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom
Thoughts consume man I got that
Touched panache pizzaz
Got a new Nine, bet it leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied, burnin' on a campfire
Before I leave the crib, I pray to God I won't die
I know
Santan from the V-V x AJ
Mad mystic with the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy like Ray J
Champagne
your flow ain't goin by me
He's a sufferin' succotash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that'll boom bash
I hold MC's up like money it
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka)
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox
I'll diss you, then I
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