Tha Dogg Pound - New York, New York lyrics

rate me

Yo B (yo, just pass the blunt man)

Turn your speakers up money!

Yo God! (Yo God?)

Yo I got mad skills.

Isn't that money?

Chorus: Snoop

New York New York big city of dreams

And everything in New York ain't always what it seems

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Verse One: Kurupt

It's the incredible, the lyrical

You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle

I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a

touch of this twister, stylistic mixture

What I create pulsates, there is no escape

Annihilate your mental mindstate

Dre labels my vocabulary abusive

I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly

Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed

And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near

Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter

Up against the number one contender, as I enter

Cause I gets heated like friction

Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction

Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital

Dangerous and vital to all my rivals

Suicidal, brainwaves conveys

To the average motherfucker's minds these days

I'm all ready to put work in

Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin

Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim

Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain

Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply

Leggin hoes like Simpty, the invicible MC

Chorus One

Chorus Two: Snoop

Too much, I serve too many people, too much

It's too much, I serve too many people

And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel

Chorus One and Two

Verse Two: Kurupt

Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees

Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless

The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me

So how the fuck you inherit my style?

Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny

Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why

Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones

Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis

Gets me into verbally vindictive

Violent vocabulary bobs to existance

Catch me in the pitch black path

I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental

till I hear an instrumental

And detrimental verbals get to spittin

The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written

Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen

To explore new terrains, then remain unseen, throughout the war

Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'

The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow

Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do'

Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)

I disconnect ya, corrupt ya, MC to vocally

bore your whole molecular, structure

Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix

Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist

Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X

[Kurupt]

We live... the night I served two thousand MC's

We live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z

[Daz]

We live (baby) it was the night I served two thousand MC's

We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z

[Snoop]

DPGC, ba-by

ABC-DPGC

Ba-by...

Verse Three: Kurupt

Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite

In ways that make MC's stop in daylight

I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets

Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete

Nah you can't even fade me

I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...

*bzzt to static*