[Intro: Kurupt]
Have you ever seen... sooo much style? (N***a)
Now, uh, 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 you muthafuckaz!
(D.P.G.C!)
(And you don't quit)
And umm... for some strange reason
(And you don't stop)
(D.P.G.C!)
N***as like to duplicate
(And you don't quit)
(And you don't stop)
Transformin' ass side bustas
(And you don't quit)
Daz!

[Verse 1: Dat N***a Daz & Kurupt]
Come get at me, and play Get Back
The plots concoct, thoughts adapt, can you counteract?
I open up my eyes, and my thought's a 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 jakk move?
N***a, yes it is, 'cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
You dread it, how you get shredded like paper
Tryna intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta THAT!?
Automatic straps that's supposed
To be hidden in clothes then exposed
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool selected get his whole jaw connect too
I select too, so muthafucka, bow down!
N***as swear Tha Pound got so much style
[Hook]
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Muthafuckaz swear they got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles

[Verse 2: Kurupt & Dat N***a Daz]
(Now, have you ever seen?) Seen meanin'..? (Saw)
N***as runnin' up in me, murderin' '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 can enter, take the stash
N***a, 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'll blow the shit the fuck up like the last World War
My creations — mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, wit' so much style
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dat N***a Daz]
Now, lemme take a second
For Dat N***a Daz to amaze wit' 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 a MC's card
Now Tha Pound is blessed like God
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Every single day, our shit is gettin' played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
N***as 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
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
N***as tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

[Verse 5: Dat N***a Daz]
N***as don't realize what's wit' Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town
When me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be swingin', the straps we be dumbin'
No suggestions needed when my MAC-90 start dumpin'
Let me explain somethin' — n***as 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'
Lemme get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
'94s the year, now we fuck up hoes
'95, we survive every day
And what they say? We got style
[Outro]
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(We got style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(We got style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Muthafuckaz swear they got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Kurupt Tha Kingpin, shit, he got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Snoop Doggy Dogg, muthafuckaz say he got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Dat N***a Daz, muthafuckaz say he got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(The Lady of Rage, muthafuckaz say that she got so much style)
So many styles, so many styles, so many styles
(Yeah, Death Row, everybody know we got so much style)