Sooo Much Style Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

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) 

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? 

Nigga yes it is 

'Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez 

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 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

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 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

So many styles 

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 

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 

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)