Fresh

Lyrics

Daz: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh... Kurupt: G'd up, we're back, that's what I keep hearing We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?) Better ask your folks about the D-O-double G's How long could the war last on a warpath? I'm still heat nigga, still signing autographs Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist, verbal Jerry Rice Fuck the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest I fuck around and cause a crisis From preciseness, it's precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits So how soon could you pump up the volume EQ your amps and pump up my album Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours Cock back and aim, blasting anything Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital G-R, Gang Related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pulse and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, chest plate blown, blown in, broken and crushed Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!) I'm fiendin' to see how Baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit DPG completely, running through shit We are (fresh) (repeat) Break it down Daz (Kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (kick that shit) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (bitch) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggas, come on Come on, sing it) It's just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath of the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin off your ass, if you cross or pass You know I'm the rawest MC with it Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-a-thon, separating ligaments Hit him in his arm, hit his leg, aim bust his head Keep busting till he's dead D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (stock or beef?) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big C Style The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's D-A-Z, he made the beat, cause we are... Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, cause we are icons