Sooo Much Style

[Intro: Kurupt]

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!

(D.P.G.C!)

(And you don't quit)

And umm... for some strange reason

(And you don't stop)

(D.P.G.C!)

Niggas like to duplicate

(And you don't quit)

(And you don't stop)

Transformin' ass side bustas

(And you don't quit)

Daz!

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz & (Kurupt)]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2: Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]

(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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 3: Dat Nigga Daz]

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

[Verse 4: Kurupt]

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?

D.P.G 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

[Verse 5: Dat Nigga Daz]

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

'94's the year, now we fuck up hoes

'95, we survive every day

And what they say? We got style

[Outro]

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)