Tha Dogg Pound - Sooo Much Style lyrics

Have you ever seen sooo much style? (Nigga)
Now, uh, we 'bout to do it a
Little somethin' like this
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines
You know what I'm sayin'?
(And you don't stop)
Fuck all you muthafuckaz! (DPGC)
(And you don't quit)
And umm for some strange reason
(And you don't stop, DPGC)
Niggas like to duplicate
(And you don't quit, and you don't stop)
Transformin' ass side bustas
(And you don't quit) daz!

Come get at me, and play Get Back
The plots concoct, thoughts adapt
Can you counteract?
I open up my eyes, and my thought's a blank
(But yet and still) There's no
Idea what these thoughts contain all alone
(Like) like no else around in the area
(Say what!?) Runnin' shit from
Here to Siberia now, is this a jakk move?
Nigga, yes it is
'cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
You dread it, how you get shredded like paper
Tryna intrude on the caper
Who the hell can relate ta THAT!?
Automatic straps that's supposed
To be hidden in clothes then exposed
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool selected get his
Whole jaw connect too
I select too, so muthafucka, bow down!
Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style

So many styles, so many styles
So many styles
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles
(Muthafuckaz swear they got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles

(Now, have you ever seen?)
Seen meanin'? (Saw)
Niggas runnin' up in me, murderin' 'em all
My composure stays above sixty degrees
Before I enter in a circle
And start maraudin' MC's
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes
Here's a run wild style they can't match
In the back of my vocab batch
If you can enter, take the stash
Nigga, I'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to
Kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top
And when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my mind
When I get high
The darkest secrets keep it untold
When it's revealed
The Amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, I ignite like C dash-4
With Daz, i'll blow the shit the fuck up
Like the last World War
My creations mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to
Annihilate generations, wit' so much style

Now, lemme take a second
For Dat Nigga Daz to amaze
Wit' the ways to catch, snap bones
Let alone fuck up the scene
Drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when
I'm already high and blown?
To the fullest, Kurupt pull a MC's card
Now Tha Pound is blessed like God
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid
We gotta get paid

Every single day, our shit is gettin' played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggas step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can't be viewed?
DPG has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it! You're
Feelin' lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics
This my realm
So don't even try to explore it
Niggas tried and wonder why they lost
They whole life for it

Niggas don't realize what's wit' Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town
When me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be swingin'
The straps we be dumbin'
No suggestions needed when my
MAC-90 start dumpin'
Let me explain somethin' niggas don't
Know what time it is
I ain't even tryin' to make friends
Fuck the bullshit
The idiotic type bullshit that
You be stressin' lemme get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
'94s the year, now we fuck up hoes
'95, we survive every day
And what they say? We got style

So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (We got style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (We got style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles
(Muthafuckaz swear they got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (Kurupt Tha Kingpin, shit
He got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (Snoop Doggy Dogg
Muthafuckaz say he got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (Dat Nigga Daz
Muthafuckaz say he got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (The Lady of Rage
Muthafuckaz say that she got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles
So many styles (yeah, Death Row
Everybody know we got so much style)