Daz Dillinger - Fresh lyrics

Daz: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh... Kurupt: G'd up, we're back, that's what I keep hearing We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?) Better ask your folks about the D-O-double G's How long could the war last on a warpath? We're still heat n***a, still signing autographs Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist, verbal Jerry Rice f** the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest I f** around and cause a crisis With preciseness, and precisely this See we make the sh** that precisely hits So how soon could you pump up the volume Hand you your ends and pump up my album Get yours, I call the f**ing holocaust I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours co*king back your name, blasting anything Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang It's impossible not for that a** to end up in a hospital G-R, Gang Related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four a**a**ins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!) I fade in to see how Baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do sh** DPG completely, running through sh** We are (fresh) (repeat) Break it down Daz (Kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (kick that sh**) Party people clap your hands now (sing that sh**) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (b**h) Party people clap your hands now (sing that sh**) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, n***as, come on Come on, sing it) It's just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin of your a**, if you cross or pa** You know I'm the rawest MC with it f** jiggy n***a, I'm DP with it I've been the bombstrike, like the motherf**ing pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head Keep busting till he's dead D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop sh** that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big C Style The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's D-A-Z, he made the beat, cause we are... Dogg Pound, DP, d**h Row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, cause we are icons