Tha Dogg Pound, Mr. Malik, Snoop Dogg - Cyco-Lic-No (Bitch Azz Niggaz) lyrics

[Tha Dogg Pound, Mr. Malik, Snoop Dogg - Cyco-Lic-No Bitch Azz Niggaz lyrics]

Back in yo' ass wit' a twenty sack
Straight up
Dogg Pound Gangstas in effect for the '95
Y'know?
We been havin' a little confrontation
Wit' a lot of muthafuckas out there
But you know, they just can't do the thangs
That we seem to do
And the things that we seem to
Do is make platinum hit's! Straight up
Muthafuckaz can't even fade me

N-N-Now, who the hell wanna face me
To make me act a complete fool lately?
It's been cool
My mentality plus dope helps me cope
Wit' no smoke
I'm depressed and easily to provoke
45's and nines, I'm heated
Me and Kurupt puffin' on a
Berry all day repeatedly
And immediately in the days
We stoned and phased
In the back of the truck lies a
Gauge for any busta actin' brave
Maybe I can see what no other rapper assaults
Wit' my skills to murder 'em all
And can't be prevented when you
Know I'm after ya
Got the heart to blast at'cha!
Matter-of-fact to capture those who don't
Belong be on the strong
Gots to pack up and jet
Booty rappers don't have long
Now, can I get a witness? My
Riches attract women wit' class
Dat Nigga Daz is about to mash
All over for da cash
Blast, then dash me in the getaway car now
Known rap stars turn to outlaws
Wanted for the murder the motive
Of death is 'Fuck y'all!'
Dogg Pound Gangsta clique
I represent Dogg Pound to
The fullest 'cause I'm

Cyco-lic no-bitch-azz-niggas
So when you see the D-O double G's, sleep
Creep low
I see through you, but you can't see me
I see through you, oh so clearly
Cyco-lic no-bitch-azz-niggas
So when you see the D-O double G's, sleep
Creep low

N-N-Now, ya escapade and ya gettin' brave
Masqueradin' around town like ya paid
So where's the stack?
Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back
Now I'mma dump until I feel
I made ya lungs collapse
The assembly for dismemberin'
When I'm strapped off Hennessy
I blast that ass to Tennessee and back
Who's that? I'm hopin' I'm about to
Bust this fool's back open
I'm laid back scopin'
Wit' the rope and the three
Main ingredients to the plot:
Some weed, my nigga D-A-Z
And some heat cocked
I just concoct the scheme, the perfect team
We take gettin' paid to the extreme
It seems that I'mma bring a
Little more than the drama comma, dash
Two litres and Daz down to mash 'cause I'm

Cyco-lic no-bitch-azz-niggas
So when you see the D-O double G's, sleep
Creep low
I see through you, but you can't see me
I see through you, oh so clearly
Cyco-lic no-bitch-azz-niggas
So when you see the D-O double G's, sleep
Creep low

Now that I open my eyes to
No surprise to these imitations
But I keep my mind
Disguised when in elevation no hesitation
The ground beneath my Kroker sacks
Rear behind my back, I mean
I bring ya grey blue brown to black
Straps front to back
So what you want wit' that?
It comes wit' a ticket for
You to lay stone flat
Hoes sayin', "I like yo' cyco-azz
Trigger fast nigga
So, when I see you, I'mma hit the flow
That's how the shit go"
Shit hit the fan, goddamn! Kill or see kill
It never phase me
Topics flow on regular 'cause
Topic happen daily
Now, what amaze me was poppin'
On under my hat and now I come strapped wit'
Some of these thunder raps
Like this, uncut then I get uncocked
Apparently, for some reason
It keeps gettin' a lot
Now put this on some of that
And put that to a stop
But you can put that on me
Because I sold the ki' to the beef
And as you can see never early, ya late
Collaborate professionally
Now peep as I drop bombs
On your Moms like songs
When I'm rainin', no pain, no gain
When I'm maintainin' this lyrical explosion
And my nigga Daz on react
Wit' this track got'cha open
Poetical graffiti
Hershey gotta pound for ya town
And delete to the needy
Lyrics to dust drugs like P-C-P
And I ain't lie 'til I die D-P-G-C
And I stay

(Snoop Doggy Dogg)
You murderer! You murderer!

Murderer! Murderer!
You murderer! You murderer!

That's what I'm sayin', nigguh!
Still puttin' it down like we supposed to
Everyday, all day
It don't stop and it don't quit
So pack up your shh and bail out or die
Ha-Ha!

(Gunshots, followed by people screaming)
"Alright, everybody, this is a fuckin' raid!
Anybody try to leave, I pump one in your ass"

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