Tha Dogg Pound – Sooo Much Style

Talented American hip hop and rap duo, Tha Dogg Pound comes out with an astonishing record titled “Sooo Much Style”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 17 on their top charting album project called “Dogg Food” was officially released on 31 October 1995.

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LYRICS

… Have you ever seen so much style? (Nigga)

Now uh, we ’bout to do it a little somethin’ like this (yeah)

‘Cause it’s Dogg Pound on mines

You know what I’m sayin’? (And you don’t stop)

Fuck all you motherfuckers (D-P-G-C)

(And you don’t quit) and, um

(And you don’t stop) for some strange reason

(D-P-G-C) (and you don’t quit) niggas like to duplicate

(And you don’t stop)

Transformin’ ass side bustas, Daz (and you don’t quit)

… Come get at me and play Get Back (Back)

The plots concoct thoughts adapt, can you counteract?

I’m openin’ my eyes and my thoughts are blank

(But yet and still) there’s no idea 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 move? Nigga, yes it is

‘Cause I’m a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez

It’s dreaded, how you get shredded like paper

Tryna intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate to that?

Automatic straps that’s supposed to be hidden in clothes then exposed

Knows not who to step to

This fool selected to get his whole jaw connect too

I select you, so motherfucker bow down

Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style

… So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (motherfuckers say they got so much style) (style)

So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles

… Now have you ever seen? Seen meaning saw

Niggas runnin’ up at me, murderin’ ’em all

My composure stays above sixty degrees

Before I enter in a circle and start maraudin’ MCs

The hysteria starts, multiplied two times (times)

Supplied by the vibes, here’s a run wild style

They can’t match, in the back of my vocab batch

If you can enter, take the stash, nigga, I’ll start from scratch

So when they’re 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 (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’ll blow the shit the fuck up like the last World War (yeah)

My creations, mental invasions

Thoughts that’s able to annihilate generations with so much style

… So many styles (yeah, style)

So many styles

So many styles (style, style, style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles (this is Dogg Pound town)

So many styles (style)

So many styles (and, uh)

So many styles (motherfuckers swear they got so much style, style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles (style)

So many styles (what we claim, Daz?)

(D-P-G-C)

So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (D-P-G-C)

… Now let me take a second for Dat Nigga Daz

To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone (‘lone)

Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone (phone)

How can you see me when I’m already high and blown? (Blown)

To the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC’s card

Now Tha Pound is blessed, like God

I’m a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

… Every single day our shit is gettin’ played

So conclusively, here’s the conclusion

The art of illusion

Niggas step in the midst of confusion

How can you see what can’t be viewed?

D-P-G has the ability to end a whole feud (feud) (motherfucker)

So forget it, you’re feelin’ lyrically energetic

So I sentence you to death by use of poetics

This my realm, so don’t even try to explore it

Niggas tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

… Niggas don’t realize what’s with Tha Pound

Blueberry smoke clears the town when me, Kurupt puts it down

From the shoulders we be snuggled with straps, we be jumpin’

No suggestions needed when my MAK-90 start dumpin’

Let me explain somethin’, niggas don’t know what time it is

I ain’t even tryna make friends

Fuck the bullshit, the idiotic type bullshit

That you be stressin’, let me get with the lesson (lesson)

Peep me out, now you know

’94’s the year, now we fuck up hoes

’95 we survived every day (day)

And what they say? We got style

… So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (we got style)

So many styles

So many styles (style)

So many styles (yeah, we got style)

So many styles

So many styles

So many styles (motherfuckers say we got so much style)

So many styles (Kurupt the king)

So many styles

So many styles (shit, he got so much style)

So many styles (Snoop Doggy Dogg)

So many styles

So many styles (motherfuckers say get got so much style)

So many styles (Dat Nigga Daz)

So many styles

So many styles (motherfuckers say he got so much style)

So many styles (The Lady of Rage)

So many styles

So many styles (motherfuckers say that she got so much style)

So many styles (yeah)

So many styles (Death Row)

So many styles (everybody know we got so much style)