Lyrics Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Dogg Pound

New York, New York

Yo, B (turn your speakers up, man)

Turn your speakers up, money!

Yo, God! (Yo, God? )

Yo, I got mad skills

Isn't that money?

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

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 mind state

Dre labels my vocabulary abusive

I packs more knowledge than Confucius; I'm deadly

Induce you like Medusa with thoughts to shed

And niggas 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 motherfuckers 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

Layin' hos lives empty; the invincible emcee

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

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

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

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

Gimme a couple G's for every emcee 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 existence

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 terrain, then remain unseen throughout the war

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

The cocoa complexion emcee with the slow flow

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

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

I disconnect ya, corrupter; emcee to vocally

Bore your whole molecular structure

Catastrophic, mystic as mixelplix

Hittin' emcees like picks the deadliest lyricist

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

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

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

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

We live; tonight I serve two thousand emcees

We live 'cause can't none fuck with the DPGs

We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand emcees

We live (baby); none can fuck with the DPGs

DPGC, baby

ABC the DPGs

Baby

Everyday I bust rhymes and recite

In ways that make emcees stop in daylight

I'm the deadliest emcee 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