My ni**a Daz the funkiest ni**a to make beats
Nobody sees him East to West coast
No disrespect
Say what
Say What Say What
Motherf**ker too much too much too much
I heard somebody bit our sht cause
Where we from
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Say what
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Motherf**ker too much
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Too much
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Too much
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Hey Daz
I heard of a lot of d**e a** rappers and Im down with em
In deed we all smoke w**d and clowned with em
Hung around with em one man with my gun in hand
Theres only one land s down with me I can count on one hand
Dogg Pound
The carma get dumb-a the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mics since funky drum-a
These adventures reak havoc
Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage
Ryhme savage introduction to death
Muder MCs till aint sht left
In a sector why must MCs flip
Like gymnastics just to get they ho a** whiped
Claiming they classic but you dont set no classic examples
With your f**ked up beats and your f**ked up samples
Ya last verbal war you wont survive no more
I turned the channel cause ni**a you aint live no more
I use to follow but now yous a legend like sleepy hollow
I shoot to kill on horse peel your cap swollow
Theres no tommorrow ni**a it all ends
I been rocking a mic ni**a since hip-hop began
Im the man now what is this that Im told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a ni**a I admire
Sucka
Oh sht hell no this cant be
Whos this on the radio dissing me
D-O double G P-O-U-N-D sht scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got blew outta porportion
I found hes the deadliest force in the world
Where its all about glamour fame and fortune
As we blast and creep so f**k you
Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete
We the elite Dat Ni**a Daz is back and hes blasting
And anytime we meet face to face we mashing
Ha-ha
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Say what
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Too much
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Too much
Dogg Pound Gangstas
Too much
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You know what
So gimmie the heat to the motherf**king Jimmies
Hit slimmies like 3s and I bes penny
Raw like fifteen separate sawed-offs
To you chest leathal techs and pissed to get complex
If I had a million dollars then Id be rich
If your ho was on deck then Id f**k yo b**ch
Its Gotti in the cut with the Don Coleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes
Yeah
Catch you in traffic leave you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all all walking caskets
Hit the spot where the smoke is sold
Low and behold the tightest composition composed
Can you catch it I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they in the realm wit I mangle murder and slaughter at
React actions speak louder than words
But aint nothing more potent than vision
I seen out in through the visions erupting
Im spontaneous rapping busting your melon
Then escape a lyrical felon
Accelling in and out like as if Im smoking the bomb
Boom
And hit 3s as my Ds shine
And keep it gangsta
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