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(feat. Kurupt) [Kurupt (Drunken Master) {Both}] "Drunken Master. Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh." ("Yeah, nigga. Uh. Uh.") "You know what? Yeah, this Kurupt, young Gotti. Dogg Pound-like gangsta Assassin. Numba one." ("Drunkenstyle, baby. C'mon.") "Huh? It's like this, homie." We don't stop. We pop glocks We got nots. We clock knocks I bust shots. I'm raw dog Kurupt's a hog. O-G for the dogs! "Uh! Uh. It's like that, ch'all!" ("It's goin' down. Let's get some freestyle shit in here.") "Y-Y-Yeah! It's like that, nigga." All my gangbangin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up Make the spot flame. You don't know my name? I'ma tell ya somethin', homie. You know the game? I don't got no strain, no type of stress I protects myself wit' the Smif-to the-Wes Westside, nigga. Rida for life! Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know my wife Letras de cancionesAnd d-dough, I come through and blaze the weed though Drop niggas down all the time. Dogg Pound all the time When you see me bust a rhyme, believe it's nice Ignite mics, homie. I'm cold as ice and I'm percise like shots at point blank These niggas wanna come through? They get ganked! My homeboy Drunken Master said, {'Ayyo, Kurupt, you gotta bust 'em} {Leave that bastard dead, nigga.'} So indeed I had to cock my heat Bust two shots, lay him flat in his seat Make his homegirl holla, then I bust her in bed Everybody know I bust rhymes, I come from the head I'ma leave 'em all dead and you heard what I said Make 'em bleed 'til they bled, when you see me in red, nigga, best believe I'm bleedin' 'cause the only color I blue is blue and you know it's true, it's true. And, nigga, what I do is I ride Dogg Pound Gangsta, homicidal vibes, nigga My heart pounds, everybody lay it down You look around. Bustin' everybody on the ground and if you got money, I'm in your pockets. Strip 'em off I get it right. Bitches get it off the sideline to ride. Homicidal indeed Kurupt, I run through and I blaze the weed Super Fire in the back and the D-A-Z, and my homeboy, the S-N-double O-P Now we don't stop. We pop glocks ("It's all your fault.") We clock knocks. Rock non-stop ("No hoe, no salt.") You just a bitch and bitches eat dick, also you know that bitches ain't shit See, I rock rhymes the drop of a dime I'm one-of-a-kind. Line-for-line A Dogg Pound Gangsta, you know me K-U-R-U-P-T, D-P-G-C [Drunken Master] Check it out. Drunken Master in the house chasin' cash wit' Kurupt and Daz It ain't my fault if I blast on yo' busta ass Drunkenstyle, nigga, time to put it down Professional Chedda Chasers ridin' wit' Tha Dogg Pound Bustin' off shots, headed for the weed spot On your block bumpin' underground Pac, nigga Pissy drunk, don't make me pop the trunk Ayyo, Kurupt! Put the weed in the blunt so we can bring the ruckus to these gangsta hatin' bitches Drunken Master on the road to the riches Snitches catch slugs when they ride down my block Ayyo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what you got [Kurupt (Kurupt's voice sampled)] I got sixteen mothafuckin' M-16's Fifteen nine millimeters with beams Fifteen mothafuckin' MACK-11's and mini-macks too, nigga. Bitch little nigga Punk mothafucka (B-Bitch little nigga. Punk- punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga Punk mothafucka. B-Bitch little nigga Bitch little-bitch little-bitch little nigga) From Letras Mania