[Intro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Ye-yah! Straight up! '95!
Kurupt Tha muthafuckin' Kingpin
Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' thru yo' hood, smokin', locin'
Provokin' punk muthafuckaz like yo' self
Wuz happenin'?
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Construction of thoughts that's lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns
Open casket, trackin' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
You scramble like Randall, abusive when I recite
On the stage, double access with a brand new muthafuckin' mic!
[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
Now, can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems?
Clones get crushed like stones
I forbid for busta muthafuckaz to be actin' like they all in
Wit' da clique, I checks dat shit!
And once again, it's on, and it's on wit' da gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers!
Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice, see, yaself needs help
The homie Style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because they game ain't tight
Now, well, well! (Well)
Now, welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash (Hmm)
Dat Nigga Daz — I'm quicker ta' out-slick ya, blast then dash
Ye-yah! Straight up! '95!
Kurupt Tha muthafuckin' Kingpin
Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin' and crawlin' thru yo' hood, smokin', locin'
Provokin' punk muthafuckaz like yo' self
Wuz happenin'?
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Construction of thoughts that's lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns
Open casket, trackin' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
You scramble like Randall, abusive when I recite
On the stage, double access with a brand new muthafuckin' mic!
[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
Now, can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems?
Clones get crushed like stones
I forbid for busta muthafuckaz to be actin' like they all in
Wit' da clique, I checks dat shit!
And once again, it's on, and it's on wit' da gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers!
Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice, see, yaself needs help
The homie Style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin' pimped because they game ain't tight
Now, well, well! (Well)
Now, welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash (Hmm)
Dat Nigga Daz — I'm quicker ta' out-slick ya, blast then dash
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