Verse One: Kurupt

Verse One: Kurupt

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, [bad word] See these other fools but you can't see me, [bad word] Who am I? [It's Kurupt [bad word] 
Do or die [We gives a [bad word] [bad word] 
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old [bad word] that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

Chorus: repeat 2X

So all my [bad word] and my niggaz and my niggaz and my [bad word] Wave your [bad word] hands in the air
And if you don't give a [bad word] Like we don't give a [bad word] Wave your [bad word] fingers in the air

Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta [bad word] for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived [bad word]  back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt [bad word] [bad word] up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't [bad word] for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your [bad word]  for gettin us all [bad word] up
Now check it, it's a pile full o niggaz like those
who supposed to be the [bad word]  but steady [bad word] like hoes
(Yes y'all) I'm a Dogg (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many [bad word] must get dissed?
Before they say, So wheres that [bad word] from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that [bad word] 
Chorus

Verse Three: Kurupt

You're headed my way, [bad word] you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin [bad word] up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock [bad word]  so all niggas drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another [bad word]  gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly [bad word] can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin [bad word] the [bad word] up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre [bad word] die cuz I'm servin em
They can't [bad word] with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

Chorus

Verse Four: Rage

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beef
beatin yo' [bad word] down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Snoop] Throw your guns in the [bad word] air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a [bad word] [bad word] [Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip [bad word] [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a [bad word] [bad word] [Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a [bad word] [bad word] [Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a [bad word]