Kurupt - Fresh Lyrics
Daz:Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...Kurupt:Gd up, were back, thats what I keep hearingWe aint never went nowhere fool (what? )Better ask your folks about the d-o-double gsHow long could the war last on a warpath?Were still heat nigga, still signing autographsStill hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dashThe poetical poltergeist, verbal jerry weiss***** the ice, give me a mic and lets see whos the nicestI ***** around and call it crisisWith preciseness, and precisely thisSee we make the shit that precisely hits.So how soon could you pump up the volumeHand you your ends and pump up my albumGet yours, I call the *****ing holocaustIm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours*****ing back your name, blasting anythingYo, tha dogg pound gang, where all the gs hangIts impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospitalG-r, gang related, and we areWe are (fresh) (repeat)I spit poison, poisonous dartsI aim, bomb and chargeOne rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heartStop to talk, start to walk, and never walk againLegs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushedTouched, bust open, get hit like the four windsUp against four assassins, the four horsemen of rappingI gotta pinch my self to make sure I aint dreamingcause I just saw the homie bring an m-16 in (booya!)I fade in to see how baby sparksNo ifs, ands or maybes, baby barksTurn on the daylight, pitch black thoughtsI pitch back sparks when the get back startsThis is it, were bout to show you how to do shitDpg completely, running through shitWe are (fresh) (repeat)Break it downDaz (kurupt):Party people clap your hands, keep rockingSho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (kick that shit)Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)Party people clap your hands (yeah)Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)Sho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (*****)Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,Come on, sing it)Its just a gangsta partyKurupt:Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somaticPsychos with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopathAnd I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burstThen I might go last, thinking I might not bustAnd I just might just blastOr I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or passYou know Im the rawest mc with it***** jiggy nigga, Im dp with itIve been the bombstrike, like the mother*****ing pentagonNapalm verses disperses to all the mental goneMack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mindTear them in the zone in his leg, aint bust his headKeep busting till hes deadD-a-z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the streetWhat you got, flame or some heat?Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (? ? ? )Powerful, strong or weak?All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...(fresh) we are (repeat)Dogg pound, d-a-z, snoop dogg, kurupt, nate doggSnoop dogg, dogg pound, d-a-z, kurupt, nate doggSoopafly, tray deee, big c styleThe homies, anybody, we are o.g.s, baby gsD-a-z, he made the beat, cause we are...Dogg pound, dp, death row, yeah, you know it, yeahYou know it, cause we are icons
