Keep It Gangsta

Yeah that gangsta *******t always bangin
Supafly you sick fa this
We goin show them how the
Dogg Pound
Gangstaz bang and rock
Yeah... Hey
Sean lets bang this, turn it up, man
Let me talk ta these *****z [Verse 1: Kurupt]
Who you aimin at, *****?
You know I got you
Look me up to find
Nosferatu
Youll neva get away mutha*****a we after ya
I drain MCs, poetical
Dracula I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin,
I mutilate with words and lyrics
I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits
Im everywhere like germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and night
Like birds and crickets
I got birds worth fourteen tickets
You aint got no money, no ridaz, no squad or *****es
Quit bull***** **ttin, you aint gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on this ***** like, '***** what up?'
He said, 'Ya name aint Kurupt, *** **, ya name is Bankrupt', huh!
First thing
I did was just smirked and laughed
I looked over at
Daz and then we whoooped his ass!
The present is the present and the past is the past
And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast
Fo we flash in a flash, millimeters n macs, * **** [Chorus:] [Daz]
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt]
Bustaz banged on, ridaz pu*******n, thats what you betta do, ***** [Daz]
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt]
Cause if ya dont, the millametersllspark, and thats the end of the talk, we just... [Daz]
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt]
All we know, through the highs n lows is
West Coast, mutha** ***a, mutha*****a [Daz]
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt]
Listen ta me,
D-P-G-C, a ***** fly cause
I just , keep, it, gangsta [Daz]
Just keep it gangsta, *****! [Verse 2: Daz]
Glock 40, grip it tight,
AK on the back seat
Dont ask me *******t, muh*****az dont like me
And you, I dont like you too, so
This is what
Im goin do
Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu
His temperature rise, and *******yze and surprisin you
*****z on lockdown feel what
Im kickin
Them *****z sellin that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it
And when Im full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin
When the revolva click back
On the fa-rilla my ***** ya dont want that
A mainside ***** but
Im West Coastd out
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth
What is the stat you amount *****?
Im about them
Gs And blastin on rats, we about that cheese
From a G-ass *****, behind the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin em down, muh*****a what you figure? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lady Of Rage]
Im not the
Dogg Pound
Gangsta crip
But Im that chick from the
Dogg Pound
Gangsta Click
And Im tha chick thatll dog these *****staz quick
Big body on that
Dogg Pound gangsta *******t
Now when I go bananas
Yall goin need ta go get tha
Sopranaz Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz
Goin let you know
I bang straight from the gate
See these flows ***** it up like it was a case a weight, now
In n outta state,
I Bend em outta shape ,
I Wipe em off my slate,
I Clean em off my plate,
I Squash these kids, eat em like sausages
Roll, where my dogz at?
Heres a snausage?
Heres a treat
For your appetite of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still 'cant touch this.' [MC Hammer sample]
***** this ****** *t, yall must of forgotten
I still give it to ya like
I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo *******t than a little bit, huh?
Whatever ha,
Im so raw
Im pissy drunk
Punks jump up to get laid flat out
Cause lyrically and literally
Rage stay strapped
Its the big payback, so jump, if youre feelin froggish and leap
But I dont just keep doggin tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that
I just freaked
Im bringin raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat [Chorus ]