Tha Dogg Pound – Started

Letra “Tha Dogg Pound – Started” Official Lyrics

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It don’t stop, one-two
Perfect it all

Kurupt

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Verse 1: Kurupt

Look around me — all that’s found is the astounded
2 seconds before the whole scenery’s surrounded
Vocabulary avenges, vibes that paralyze
As the temperature rise, stare deep in my eye
’95! Darken the abyss wit’ thoughts
Control your whole body, and sew mind to heart
Fatal, I got the microphone for ransom
Held hostage, wit’ the intent to cancel
Maestro! Mеt the fatal flow wit’ a psycho
Semitic, automatic, packin’ like nitro
Explodе and reload
After I unload and expose what I compose, compositions unfold
Beware me, don’t stand near me
Hear me crystal clearly, murderology torture theory
Verses like curses spread and abduct
Who’z dat in the back in all-black wit’ Kurupt?
Dat’z my homie Chopper — the double-barrel pump pumper
Wit’ his cousin Oliver — the .44 caliber dumper
They always out wit’ da crew — Kurupt, D-A-Z, and Boot
Snoop, and the rest of Tha Pound in L.A. zoo
We mash through, ass flashbacks are crashed
Through the eye of a needle, thoughts lethal attach to
The murder methods, down to move whole keys
The invader and assassinator of MC’s
Mental illness, the verbal strength of an ox
The whole spot gets shook when the heat get hot
I’m out for it, if the shoe fit, I wore it
In my fortress wit’ heat, deep in the forest
Fo’ sho’ it’s raw, fo’ sho’ it’s ruff
Wit’ some Hen’ in my cup
Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt don’t give a fuck!

Verse 2: Kurupt

Territorial game — what’s ya name? Where ya at?
I’m comin’ through wit’ a MAC, I’m out to get my paper back
You can’t harm me, even if ya live eternal
Get incinerated from this verbal inferno
From what’s created, get physically castrated
I’m so glad I made it in a world where I’m hated
Big time gamer got the game orchestrated
Correctly mashin’ in Jags and Bentleys
Imitated, ‘cause you’s an imitater, punk!
Fuck wit’ Kurupt and get slumped ‘cause I dump
Wit’ no questions, and no hesitation, I’m bussin’
End of discussion, as my adrenaline’s rushin’
Irrational, the Mr. Castro of the capital
It’s factual and actual fact, I use tactical skill
To get me in the position to kill
Get popped like pills, fuck around wit’ the reals
Now, all my niggas…

Verse 3: Kurupt

I expose 575 flows in an inkling of a second
Inspect and
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in less than 2 verses
I’m able to disengage mics
And chew MC’s up like Mike & Ikes when I recite
Day lights eclipse, I sink MC’s like ships
Wit’ my nocturnal vibes and editorial clips
There’s no comparison
I embarrass men and cause microphone harassment
Here’s where the fan terror’s been
Hittin’