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Man, it feels so good to be home. That's right, my nigga. Yeah. Kurupt Young Gotti. Dogg Pound. Two-one-three. G-Funk. We ain't went nowhere, baby. It's back, y'all. What y'all thought, all we had was jeans and T-shirts? Nah, it ain't like that, homie. Yeah, it's goin' down. Yeah, 2005. DPG, Back in the house, y'all. So Kurupt Young Gotti-Yeah drop it for your Homeboy Warren G. DPG, Gotti the arsonist. Kurupt never gave a fuck about a dumb bitch. I'm silencin' all the talk, watch a G walk. Semis and automatics, automatically ready for Trippin'. Extended clip and dippin', chippin', Listen. Words'll pierce ears like arrows and Needles. Words a cancerous, horrific and dangerous. Contagious like the mumps, chicken pox, and measles. Deadly as smallpox, I'm sick of the chatter. 'Cause everything that you're mumbling, it really Don't matter. Next time you step into the zone Of the mic. You're in open water, a orca, The young great white. Prepare to set sail, Jaws the killer whale. Got nickels pointed at you for your bling and Sprewells. How the monster get re-released, nigga, It can't be. I'm Othello, with bitches like Carmelo Anthony. I play the game like violins and cellos, Terrorists. Me and Warren G, we keep it G'd As can be. I'm just doing what I do 'cause that's all I know. D-O-double-G P-O5. Fly you and D, it's just you and me And God. I'ma ride, push all the busters aside. Me and Baby Humpty got a story to tell. Runnin' with the nina Ross and extra shells, Nigga. I'ma do what I do, that's it. I'ma buy a new '64 Chevy, throw the Danas At the bottom. Not trip off street talk, Kick back with my riders, D-P-G-C walk. It's a lovely day, that's it. I'ma say what I say, that's it. Nigga, Y-A, that's it. Now we back up in the studio, nigga. Riders gon' ride, busters gon' stay busters. We gon' have to show these motherfuckers how you Flip the hustle. You could either stay where you're At or jump on the train. My nigga Daz, the king of the independent game, Nigga. Ever since we got back up on the Swing of things. Everything is beautiful and we Don't really need a thing. All you gotta do is do what you gotta Do. Don't matter if they mad at you, heated, Or they hot at you. I'ma do what I Do, that's it. I'ma buy a new '64 Chevy, throw the Danas At the bottom. Not trip off street talk, Kick back with my riders, D-P-G-C walk. It's a lovely day, that's it. I'ma say what I say, that's it. Nigga, Y-A, that's it. Now we back up in the studio, nigga. If you got a question for me, when I Answer, you can listen or ignore me. I don't give a fuck, homie. Just me, Big Nate and Snoop, and that's it. Sensational tactics, graphic master formulas to Makin' these classic Jurassic hits. I'm on a timetable 'cause I time the strike. Anytime during the day or night, prepare flight. We seagulls, but then we transform to hawks. So just wait before you get taken away in The dark. When darkness falls, that's when the eye Of the tiger get pitched to come in and Start firin' iron. I wrote the math, simple, it's all mathematics. I'm a mathematician, poetical sociopath. Yearned and half spasmatic, me and the homies blast Attics. Niggas like targets, aim and blast at it. Me, Daz, Supa Fly, and Big Try, AKA Lil' Kurupt. 'Bout to fuck these niggas up, Baby Kurupt, AKA Young Roscoe, nigga. With the nickel-tec chopper and the Roscoe, Nigga. Just listen, let me show you how it's Done. We on tour, this is how the West Was won. Got darts that's aimed at your heart And lungs. We for sure, we never gonna separate Again. We gonna keep on pushin' on, I'm tryna tell you, nigga. I'ma do what I do, that's it. I'ma buy a new '64 Chevy, throw the Danas At the bottom. Not trip off street talk, Kick back with my riders, D-P-G-C walk. It's a lovely day, that's it. I'ma say what I say, that's it. Nigga, Y-A, that's it. Now we back up in the studio, nigga