Sooo Much Style Lyrics
[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 See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists
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[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]
[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 '94s 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)
