Sooo Much Style Lyrics
| Song | Sooo Much Style |
| Artist | Tha Dogg Pound |
| Album | Dogg Food |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Moore | |
| Have you ever seen... sooo much style? | |
| 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 your motherfuckers | |
| (and you don't quit) | |
| And umm... for some strange reason | |
| (and you don't stop) | |
| Niggaz like to duplicate | |
| (and you don't quit) | |
| (and you don't stop) | |
| Transformin ass side bustas, daz | |
| (and you don't quit) | |
| [dat niggaz daz] | |
| Come get at me, and play get back | |
| The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract? | |
| I'm openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink | |
| (but yet and still) there's no ideal 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 jack? | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Nigga yes it is | |
| Cause i'm a young gun like emilio estevez | |
| [dat nigga daz] | |
| And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper | |
| Tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta | |
| That, automatic straps that's supposed to | |
| Be hittin new clothes and expose | |
| Knows, not, who to step to | |
| This fool select to get his whole jock connect too | |
| I select too so motherfucker bow down | |
| Niggaz swear the pound got so much style | |
| *chorus* | |
| Sooo many styles (repeat 3x) | |
| *repeat 4x* | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw | |
| Niggaz running up in me murdering 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 come in and 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 blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war | |
| My creations, mental invasions | |
| Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [dat nigga daz] | |
| Now let me take a second, for dat nigga daz | |
| To amaze with 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 the mc's card | |
| Now the pound is blessed, like dove | |
| I'm a dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Every single day our shit is gettin played | |
| So conclusively is the conclusion | |
| The art of illusion | |
| Niggaz step in the midst of confusion | |
| How can you see what can't be viewed? | |
| Dpg 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 | |
| That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it | |
| Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it | |
| [dat nigga daz] | |
| Niggaz don't realize what's with the pound | |
| Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down | |
| From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin | |
| No suggestions needed when my mac-90 start dumpin | |
| Let me explain (whassup) niggaz 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, let me get to the lesson | |
| Peep me out, now you know | |
| Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes | |
| Ninety-five we survive everyday | |
| And what they say (we got styles) | |
| *chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to dpg over* |
| zuo ci : Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Moore | |
| Have you ever seen... sooo much style? | |
| 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 your motherfuckers | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| And umm... for some strange reason | |
| and you don' t stop | |
| Niggaz like to duplicate | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| and you don' t stop | |
| Transformin ass side bustas, daz | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| dat niggaz daz | |
| Come get at me, and play get back | |
| The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract? | |
| I' m openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink | |
| but yet and still there' s no ideal 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 jack? | |
| kurupt | |
| Nigga yes it is | |
| Cause i' m a young gun like emilio estevez | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper | |
| Tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta | |
| That, automatic straps that' s supposed to | |
| Be hittin new clothes and expose | |
| Knows, not, who to step to | |
| This fool select to get his whole jock connect too | |
| I select too so motherfucker bow down | |
| Niggaz swear the pound got so much style | |
| chorus | |
| Sooo many styles repeat 3x | |
| repeat 4x | |
| kurupt | |
| Now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw | |
| Niggaz running up in me murdering 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 come in and 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 blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war | |
| My creations, mental invasions | |
| Thoughts that' s able to annihilate generations, with so much style | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| Now let me take a second, for dat nigga daz | |
| To amaze with 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 the mc' s card | |
| Now the pound is blessed, like dove | |
| I' m a dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid | |
| kurupt | |
| Every single day our shit is gettin played | |
| So conclusively is the conclusion | |
| The art of illusion | |
| Niggaz step in the midst of confusion | |
| How can you see what can' t be viewed? | |
| Dpg 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 | |
| That' s my realm, so don' t even try to explore it | |
| Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| Niggaz don' t realize what' s with the pound | |
| Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down | |
| From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin | |
| No suggestions needed when my mac90 start dumpin | |
| Let me explain whassup niggaz 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, let me get to the lesson | |
| Peep me out, now you know | |
| Ninetyfour' s the year now we fuck up hoes | |
| Ninetyfive we survive everyday | |
| And what they say we got styles | |
| chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to dpg over |
| zuò cí : Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Moore | |
| Have you ever seen... sooo much style? | |
| 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 your motherfuckers | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| And umm... for some strange reason | |
| and you don' t stop | |
| Niggaz like to duplicate | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| and you don' t stop | |
| Transformin ass side bustas, daz | |
| and you don' t quit | |
| dat niggaz daz | |
| Come get at me, and play get back | |
| The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract? | |
| I' m openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink | |
| but yet and still there' s no ideal 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 jack? | |
| kurupt | |
| Nigga yes it is | |
| Cause i' m a young gun like emilio estevez | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper | |
| Tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta | |
| That, automatic straps that' s supposed to | |
| Be hittin new clothes and expose | |
| Knows, not, who to step to | |
| This fool select to get his whole jock connect too | |
| I select too so motherfucker bow down | |
| Niggaz swear the pound got so much style | |
| chorus | |
| Sooo many styles repeat 3x | |
| repeat 4x | |
| kurupt | |
| Now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw | |
| Niggaz running up in me murdering 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 come in and 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 blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war | |
| My creations, mental invasions | |
| Thoughts that' s able to annihilate generations, with so much style | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| Now let me take a second, for dat nigga daz | |
| To amaze with 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 the mc' s card | |
| Now the pound is blessed, like dove | |
| I' m a dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid | |
| kurupt | |
| Every single day our shit is gettin played | |
| So conclusively is the conclusion | |
| The art of illusion | |
| Niggaz step in the midst of confusion | |
| How can you see what can' t be viewed? | |
| Dpg 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 | |
| That' s my realm, so don' t even try to explore it | |
| Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| Niggaz don' t realize what' s with the pound | |
| Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down | |
| From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin | |
| No suggestions needed when my mac90 start dumpin | |
| Let me explain whassup niggaz 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, let me get to the lesson | |
| Peep me out, now you know | |
| Ninetyfour' s the year now we fuck up hoes | |
| Ninetyfive we survive everyday | |
| And what they say we got styles | |
| chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to dpg over |
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