MICROPHONE FIEND - G-Mastered

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Say)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Gangsta microphone fiend)

Either you do or you ain't though, oh

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Kurupt is the man)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (I found a fiend)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Gangsta microphone fiend)

Either you do or you ain't though, oh (Kurupt)

Microphone fiend (Period)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop

Microphone fiend, ah-ah-ah-ah

Gangsta microphone fiend

Ah, gangsta microphone fiend

Ah, ah

I was a fiend before I became a teen

I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream

Hood-orientated when gangsta rap was originated

Nickels, semis, and Ks, complicated

'Cause I grab the K and dump and spray at y'all

The homies take it and say that I'm too small

A fool (A fool) 'cause I don't get upset

I start to thunder and make the set swarm, then I jet

Back to the ave, Crenshaw Avenue

A-rap then grab another K to blast

One after the other one, then I dump another one

We get to trippin', skatin' and chip another one

I get a cravin' like a fiend for nicotine

Sit back and dip my cigarette, know what I mean?

My phrases, calicos and gauges

Verbally amazin', spread it, it's contagious

Thought of 'cause it's sort of an addiction

Magnetized when the clips chip

Vocal vocabulary, the hood that you're stuck in

The homies gon' bang on, volcanoes eruptin'

Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'

Everything is written in a code so it can coincide

My thoughts to God, .38s, MACs, and 9s

The invincible poetry poltergeist

Young Adolf, nice, Kurupt, Gotti, Vincent Price

B-R-E C-I-S-E

The hood operatin', operatin' correctly

Now spin your revolvers, we gotta have it

Twins revolvin', semis and 'matics

It's Gotti, the sniper's on, black terrorist

I fiend for a knife and chrome, black heroin

Soon as the gauge kick, -gunshot-, chip

Semi or gauge and a nickel three equip

And I'll put you in a mood, or is it a state of

Unawareness, gladiator, shift the equator

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

A assassinator if the people ain't steppin'

You see a part of me that you've never seen

When I'm fiendin' for a nine and chrome, I'm a nine and chrome fiend

After twelve, I'm worse than a gremlin

A couple nickels and I start tremblin'

Spillin' some tints and some dents and homicides

But this ain't cinema, tales from the dark side

By any means necessary, this is what has to be done

Make way, the hood gon' come

Stone-cut material

Jersey imperial

It's a must that I bust any nine you hand to me

It's inherited, it runs in the family

I dropped the straw, which broke the camel's back

If that didn't break it, I'm cockin' eleven MAC

Now I don't wanna have to let off, the homies let off

Who you tryna fuck? -Gunshot-, TEC off

Bitches and gentlemen, you're about to see

A pastime hobby that's 'bout to be

Taken to the maximum in a Maxima

Hype is a hypochondriac in a 'Lac on dubs

Hell of a Oakland quote, indica smoked

Locs, spokes and ropes, strong coke spreadin' slow

Provoke more than an act up, you should've backed up

For those who smacked up need to be more than clapped up

Any entertainer, I got a chamber

Change a one-on-one, torture mangler ranger

So close your eyes and hold your breath

And I'ma hit you, spittin' fours and tefs

Before you go, you'll remember you seen

The fiend of the microphone, I'm the nine and chrome fiend

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Say)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Gangsta microphone fiend)

Either you do or you ain't though, oh

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Kurupt is the man)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (I found a fiend)

Dop-dop, da-da-da-dop, da-da-dop-dop (Gangsta microphone fiend)

Either you do or you ain't though, oh (Kurupt)

Microphone fiend

Gangsta microphone fiend

Go from the top, give me one, just one more

Gangsta microphone fiend

Oh, Kurupt