Sooo Much Style Tha Dogg Pound

[Intro: Kurupt]
Have you ever seen... sooo much style? (Nigga)
Now, uh, we 'bout to do it a little somethin' like this
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
(And you don't stop)
Fuck all you muthafuckaz!
(D.P.G.C!)
(And you don't quit)
And umm... for some strange reason
(And you don't stop)
(D.P.G.C!)
Niggas like to duplicate
(And you don't quit)
(And you don't stop)
Transformin' ass side bustas
(And you don't quit)
Daz!

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz & Kurupt]
Come get at me, and play Get Back
The plots concoct, thoughts adapt, can you counteract?
I open up my eyes, and my thought's a blank
(But yet and still) There's no idea what these thoughts contain
All alone (Like) like no else around in the area
(Say what!?) Runnin' shit from here to Siberia
Now, is this a jakk move?
Nigga, yes it is, 'cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
You dread it, how you get shredded like paper
Tryna intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta THAT!?
Automatic straps that's supposed
To be hidden in clothes then exposed
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool selected get his whole jaw connect too
I select too, so muthafucka, bow down!
Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style