Sooo Much Style(Explicit) - Tha Dogg Pound

Album by: Dogg Food
Artist by: Tha Dogg Pound
Have you ever seen... sooo much style?
We bout to do it a little somethin like this
Cause it锛噑 dogg pound on mines, you know what i锛噈 sayin?
(and you don锛噒 stop)
F**k all your motherf**kers
(and you don锛噒 quit)
And umm... for some strange reason
(and you don锛噒 stop)
Niggaz like to duplicate
(and you don锛噒 quit)
(and you don锛噒 stop)
Transformin a** side bustas, daz
(and you don锛噒 quit)
Come get at me, and play get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract?
I锛噈 openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink
(but yet and still) there锛噑 no ideal what these thoughts contain
All alone (like) like no else around
In the area (say what) runnin sh*t from here to siberia
Now is this a jack?
Ni**a yes it is
Cause i锛噈 a young gun like emilio estevez
And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
Tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic straps that锛噑 supposed to
Be hittin new clothes and expose
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too so motherf**ker bow down
Niggaz swear the pound got so much style
*chorus*
Sooo many styles (repeat 3x)
*repeat 4x*
Now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw
Niggaz running up in me murdering em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
I enter in a circle and start maraudin mc锛噑
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here锛噑 a run wild style
They can锛噒 match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash ni**a i锛噇l start from scratch
So enter in my zone, i refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone i had to kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless sh*t registers in my mind when i get high
The darkest secrets, keep it untold
When it锛噑 revealed the amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, i ignite like c dash 4
With daz i blow the sh*t the f**k up like the last world war
My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that锛噑 able to annihilate generations, with so much style
Chorus 2x
Now let me take a second, for dat ni**a daz
To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
F**k up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when i锛噈 already high and blown
To the fullest, kurupt pull the mc锛噑 card
Now the pound is blessed, like dove
I锛噈 a dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid
Every single day our sh*t is gettin played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can锛噒 be viewed?
Dpg has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it, you锛噐e feelin lyrically energetic
So i sentence you to death by use of poetics
That锛噑 my realm, so don锛噒 even try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it
Niggaz don锛噒 realize what锛噑 with the pound
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin
No suggestions needed when my mac-90 start dumpin
Let me explain (whassup) niggaz don锛噒 know what time it is
I ain锛噒 even tryin to make friends
F**k the b******t the idiotic type bullshit
That you be stressin, let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
Ninety-four锛噑 the year now we f**k up hoes
Ninety-five we survive everyday
And what they say (we got styles)
*chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to dpg over*