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Tha Dogg Pound – Cyco-Lic-No (Bitch Azz Niggaz) ft Snoop Dogg


Cyco-Lic-No (Bitch Azz Niggaz) is an interesting hip hop and rap single created by a music group, Tha Dogg Pound featuring Snoop Dogg.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on their top charting album project called “Dogg Food” was officially released on 31 October 1995.

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DOWNLOAD Tha Dogg Pound Cyco-Lic-No (Bitch Azz Niggaz) MP3


[INTRO: DAZ talking]

Back in your ass with a twenty sack.

Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas in effect for the 9-5 y’know?

We been havin a little confrontation with a lot of motherfuckers out there and, but y’know they just can’t do the thangs that we seem to do.

And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits!

Straight u, motherfuckers can’t even fade me.



N-N-Now who the hell wanna phase me?

To make me act a complete fool lately

It’s been cruel, my mentality plus don’t helps me cope

With no smoke, I’m depressed and easily to provoke

..45’s and Nines I’m heated, me and Kurupt puffin on a Berry all day

Repeatedly and immediately in the days we stoned and phased

In the back of the truck lies a gauge, be any buster

Acting brave, maybe I can see what no other rapper assault

With my skills to murder em all

And can’t be friendly when you know I’m after ya

Got the heart to balst at’cha, matter-of-fact

To capture those who don’t belong be on the strong

Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don’t have long

Now can I get a witness?My riches attract women wit’ class

That nigga Daz is about to mash all over da cash

Blast to dash, me in the getaway car now

Known rap stars turn to outlaws, wanted for the murder

Of Rudi [?] fuck y’all, Dogg Pound Gangsta click

To represent Dogg Pound to the fullest cos I’m




So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low

I see through you but you can’t see me

I see through you oh so clearly

[REPEAT 1/2]



N-N-Now ya escapade and ya (?beltin rave?), masqueradin

Around town like ya paid, so where’s the stack?

Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back

Now I’m a dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse

The assembly for dismemberin when I’m strapped

Off Hennessey I blast that ass to Tennessee and back

Who’s that? I’m hopin I’m about to bust this fool’s back open

I’m laid back scopin, but don’t open

The three main ingredients to the plot

Some weed; my nigga D-A-Z; and some heat cocked

I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team

We take gettin paid to the extreme, it seems that I’m a

Bring a little more than the drama, come dash

Two litres and Daz down to mash cos I’m





Now that I open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations

But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation

No hesitation, the ground beneath my crack o’sacks

(Rib behind my back and then I bring ya blue?)

Bring the blacks straps front-to-black

So what you want with that?

It comes with a ticket for you till they stone flat

Hos say that “I like your cyco-azz, trigger fast nigga

So when I see you rub my head to flow that’s how the shit go”

Shit hit the fan goddamn, kill or see killed, it never phase me

Topics flow on regular cos topic happen daily

Now what amaze me?Was poppin on down my hat

And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps

Like this, uncut then I get uncocked

I [?]paralese[?] for some reason that keeps gettin a lot

Now put this on some of that and put that to a stop

But you can put that on me

Because I sold the ki to the beef

And as you can see never early, ya late, collaborate professional need

Now peep as I drop bombs on ya Moms like songs

When I’m rainin no pain, no gain when I’m maintainin

This lyrical explosion and my nigga Daz on react

With this track got’cha open, poetical graffiti

Hershey gotta pound for ya town and delete to the needy

Lyrics to test drugs like P-C-P

And I ain’t lie till I die D-P-G-C and I stay


[CHORUS x2: 1/2]



You murderer, you murderer






That’s what I’m sayin y’know? Still puttin it down like we suppose to.

Every day, all day, it don’t stop and it don’t quit, so pack up your shh and bail outta dime. Ha Ha!