[Intro: Mr. Cheeks] One time We bless the track Rush to the back It's the LB fam Dogg Pound we attack One time for the LP, LB My family come through This who we do Group Home, Universal bounce one [Mr. Cheeks] Power moves to be made, Rap game in trade Clown n***as getting paid, it's getting sharp as a blade The mindstate ______ steady thinking One dutch burning, I'm already drinking Here to lay the real, I know the deal, I feel the envy But those that try to blind me, right behind me where my men be Dutches be burning soon as I let it scrap But be from Tennessee, give my main man dap Caught up in the game black can't explain that But longevity that's what I aim at You wanna come through and try to test your f**ing sk** Kid I go the sh** that pay the rent plus the bills Send your clown n***as back to the f**ing hills Me and my fam giving competition chills For real, from the East to the West LBs all about chees, who's the best? Break your wins down like a pronoun On the road with me and my click Tha Dogg Pound Throw your hands up you wanna f**ing toss I'm that guy land of the lost Listen up, I'm a special ordinary guy Love b**hes and money and I love being high One with the Dogg Pound, my brother Freaky Tah Music Makes Me High [Canibus] Yo combination of Mr. Cheeks, Canibus and Kurupt Is enough to make the reels on ca**ette tapes bust Cause none of you fools is capable My lyrical will knock you on the floor like a mechanical bull Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns Who wants to be the one to get struck first I bury they body on any other planet except the Earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like you was doing sit-ups Lost Boyz and DPG causing trouble We out of control like an involuntary muscle Can't nobody else smokes more then my team 20 grams of weed and a gallon of Visine Yaknahmean, I fly the friendly skies Whenever Music Makes Me High Chorus: I'm so high, this music makes me high (x4) [Kurupt] Territorial game, what's ya know? Where ya at? I'm coming through wit a mack, I'm out to get my paper back You can't harm me even if ya lived eternal Get incinerated from this verbal inferno From what's created get physical castrated I'm so glad i made in a world where I'm hated Big time gama got the game orchestrated Correct me mashin in Jags and Bentleys Imitatin cause youse an imitater punk Jump wit Kurupt and get slumped cause i dumps With no questions or no hesitation I'm bussin End of discussion as my adrenaline's rushin Irrational, the Mr. Castro of the capital It's actual factual fact i use tactical sk**s To get me in the position to k** Get popped like pills tryin ta jump wit the reals Chorus [Daz Dillinger] Can I rock? Can I rock my rhymes? The deadliest rhymes, as lethal as land mines Time after time I beat the hell out of a track Most definitely I gets busy when we attack Notes, an*logs, dialogues and formats Be on some ill type streets raps from way back As a child i got wild with styles I used to shine all day and a rocked the crowd I destroy and completely vaporizing my opponents Be on it like a hornet kick you dead in your stomach Doggone it tell my why they want it so bad Daz Dillinger k**in and peelin caps back So get tell me i'll come around So get down lost boyz and dogg pound I bet ya get see me now tell whatcha gonna do A tough guy can be a dead guy when f**in wit my crew So fasten your seat belt and see a hornets trip Well me stay hardcore for whatever, whtever Chorus to fade