Fresh lyrics

Daz:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...

Kurupt:
G'd up, we're back, that's what I keep hearing
We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)
Better ask your folks about the D-O-double G's

How long could the war last on a warpath?
I'm still heat n*gga, still signing autographs
Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash
The poetical poltergeist, verbal Jerry Rice
f*ck the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest
I f*ck around and cause a crisis
From preciseness, it's precisely this
See we make the sh*t that precisely hits
So how soon could you pump up the volume
EQ your amps and pump up my album
Get yours, I call the f*cking holocaust
I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours
c*ck back and aim, blasting anything
Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang
It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
G-R, Gang Related, and we are

We are (fresh) (repeat)
I spit poison, poisonous darts
I aim, bomb and charge
One rhyme will hold your pulse and stop your heart
Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again
Legs broken, chest plate blown, blown in, broken and crushed
Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds
Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping
I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming
Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!)
I'm fiendin' to see how Baby sparks
No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks
Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do sh*t
DPG completely, running through sh*t

We are (fresh) (repeat)

Break it down

Daz (Kurupt):
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking
Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (kick that sh*t)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that sh*t)
Party people clap your hands (yeah)
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)
Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ C-walking (b*tch)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that sh*t)
Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, n*ggas, come on
Come on, sing it)
It's just a gangsta party

Kurupt:
Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic
Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath of the poetical psychopath
And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst
Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust
And I just might just blast
Or I might just whoop the skin off your ass, if you cross or pass
You know I'm the rawest MC with it
f*ck jiggy n*gga, I'm DP with it
I've been the bombstrike, like the motherf*cking pentagon
Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone
Mack 10-a-thon, separate the likkle men
Hit him in his arm, hit his leg, aim bust his head
Keep busting till he's dead
D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street
What you got, flame or some heat?
Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (stock or beef?)
Powerful, strong or weak?
All I know is I drop sh*t that cracks the concrete, and...

(fresh) we are (repeat)

Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg
Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg
Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big C Style
The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's
D-A-Z, he made the beat, cause we are...
Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah
You know it, cause we are icons