Isolate (Ambient)-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 f**kin on d**gs 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 Yo I'm Dat n***a Daz who packs a tre 8 slug A true n***a from the hood and the pound gives love Yo see n***as wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound You see n***as get broke off like 1 2 3 'Cause I'm the D A to the D A to the D A to the Z Now G'z pay attention to this young a*s mack daddy In a caddy haddy not known about the city Where the n***as hang around So I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherf**kin Dogg Pound I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound n***a so I'm puttin in work I'm no joke who the f**k you tryin to provoke 1 8 7 It's cool how his a*s got smoked I don't drink no f**kin Vsop I drink the motherf**kin O G O E I'm from the clik that be kickin the gangsta s**t b***h Real n***as real G'z wit real big d**ks I hit em up wit the Pound So what you wanna throw up Claimin your c*****e or cavi when you blow up Know what the Pounds in the motherf**kin house Back again we try to get high as we kin Dr Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick s**t I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherf**kers get battered so scatter Before I keep ya hostage a n***a hostage like the grim reaper So I'm comin from my hood what hood You really like to know motherf**ker I thought you knew Motherf**ker don't you know I'm stranded on the row I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow I'm mashin motherf**kers get murdered for action Relax kid your rollin wit a f**kin 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 motherf**kin marks The execute the start when the chronic gets sparked I'm 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 ain't no f**kin joke I murder motherf**kers as a hobby One of my idols ain't no joke so why in the f**k should I be Fly me to the Bahamas ruff rhymer Dramas what your kickin wicked is how I'm 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 b***h talkin s**t But a b***h ain't s**t 'cause a b***h ain't s**t But a ho and trick on my d**k Flip lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound Fools tryed to punk me when I was young but I'm a hog now And I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9 Ready to put somethin up in that a*s to give respect mine Fool Deatrow ain't lynchin and the Pound ain't mobbin We all don't give a f**k run in your crib and start robbin Throbbin I'll break a n***a down in the 90's Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me Beatch