Isolate Lyrics - Wait For Me - Moby

All ways and forever forever and all ways 

The rhythm will flow from now and through all days 

As long as the sun shines 

As long as Eisenours on the dime 

Yo I'll be kickin the rhyme 

One time for ya mind your soul your body 

D o g's on the side of me smooth as E & J 

Hard as Bacardi smackin those yaddy yacks and ducks keep quackin 

Hands that are clappin end up cracklin 

Under the heat the pressure from the one that's deffer 

Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro Nefertiti yes indeedi 

Got the eyes of the beedie-body from Tahiti 

Voice of the will lyrics blow 

Chills up ya spine that's illslow 

All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo 

Came in the front but you be kicked through the back door 

For tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect 

Tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess 

Tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus... Huh 

You'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk 

A busta you musta been fuckin on drugs 

And alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall 

Spread em, doggs go get em and 

Cuff em and stuff em, cold she'd em don't let em 

Not a word, not another one heard 

If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred 

Served with a cherry on top 

Rage in effect I just begun to rock 

Yeah rock on witcha bad self R A G E! 

Rock on witcha bad self R A G E! 

Rock on witcha bad self R A G E! 

Rock on witcha bad self... 

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Yo.Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug 

A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love 

Yo see... niggas wanna be down but never came around 

So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound 

You see niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3 

'cause Im the D-A to the.(D-A-to the.) 

D-A- to the Z 

Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy 

In a caddy-haddy, not known about the city 

Where the niggas hang around 

So I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound 

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I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt 

I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work 

I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke 

(1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked 

I don't drink no fuckin Vsop 

I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E 

Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch 

Real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks 

I hit em up wit the Pound 

So what you wanna throw up 

Claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up 

Know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house 

Back again we try to get high as we kin 

Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit 

I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice 

Motherfuckers get battered so scatter 

Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper 

So Im comin from my hood... what hood 

You really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew 

Motherfucker don't you know Im stranded on the row 

I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow 

I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action 

Relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin 

Outlasted did dirt the other day 

Betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G 

P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks 

The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked 

Im like? 

Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead 

What said is all said it's already spoke 

The dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke 

I murder motherfuckers as a hobby 

One of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be 

Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, 

Dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a 

Approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya 

Your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker 

I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit 

But a bitch aint shit, 'cause a bitch aint shit 

But a ho and trick on my dick 

Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound 

Fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now 

And I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9 

Ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine 

Fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin 

We all don't give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin 

Throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's 

Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me 

Beatch.