Tha Dogg Pound - Keepin' It Gangsta lyrics

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Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin'

Supafly you sick fa this

We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and rock

Yeah...

Hey Sean let's bang this, turn it up, man

Let me talk ta these niggaz

Who you aimin' at, nigga?

You know I got you

Look me up to find Nosferatu

You'll neva get away muthafucka we after ya

I drain MC's, poetical Dracula

I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit

Vampirin', I mutilate with words and lyrics

I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits

I'm everywhere like germs and spirits

You could here me everywhere, day and night

Like birds and crickets

I got birds worth fourteen tickets

You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches

Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it

Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga what up? "

He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh!

First thing I did was just smirked and laughed

I looked over at Daz and then we whoooped his ass!

The present is the present and the past is the past

And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast

Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast

Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga

Daz- Just keep it gangsta

Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga

Daz- Just keep it gangsta

Kurupt- Cause if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just...

Daz- Just keep it gangsta

Kurupt- All we know, through the highs 'n' lows is West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka

Daz- Just keep it gangsta

Kurupt- Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cause I just, keep, it, gangsta

Daz- Just keep it gangsta, nigga!

Glock 40, grip it tight, AK on the back seat

Don't ask me shit, muhfuckaz don't like me

And you, I don't like you too, so

This is what I'm goin' do

Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu

His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you

Niggaz on lockdown feel what I'm kickin'

Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens

Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it

And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin'

When the revolva click back

On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want that

A mainside nigga but I'm West Coast'd out

Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth

What is the stat you amount nigga? I'm about them G's

And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese

From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga

Layin' 'em down, muhfucka what you figure?

I'm not the Dogg Pound Gangsta crip

But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Click

And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz quick

Big body on that Dogg Pound gangsta shit

Now when I go bananas

Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz

Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz

Goin' let you know I bang straight from the gate

See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now

In 'n outta state, I

Bend 'em outta shape, I

Wipe 'em off my slate, I

Clean 'em off my plate, I

Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages

Roll, where my dogz at?

Here's a snausage? Here's a treat

For your appetite of lyrical roughness

The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this."

Fuck this shit, ya'll must of forgotten

I still give it to ya like I gave his only begotten, son

Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh?

Whatever ha, I'm so raw I'm pissy drunk

Punks jump up to get laid flat out

Cause lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped

It's the big payback, so jump, if you're feelin froggish and leap

But I don't just keep doggin' tha beat

Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I just freaked

I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat