Pump Pump
[Verse 1: Lo Key]
Let the motion of you body be the key, 'cause we
Be the motherfucking 7th Seal Family
Now I play the G in this deadly game
Lo Key is the name, 7th Seal's the gang
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfucking 'nother
Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother
Whether standin on the corner or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose
Back in the days, on the side where it's at
A killa had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat-tat-tat-tat, killa slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none of y'all killas see the Loke Dogg
'Cause I'm one rude boy comin with the wicked shit
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this
[Chorus: Lo Key]
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!
[Verse 2: Lo Key]
Now you can look to the Sun and spot the moon
And see Loke Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a killa
I come down with the wickedness
One rude boy comin with the dopeness (blam!)
Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess, you fuckin B.G
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? You better ask somebody
When, then, send some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I'm fuckin up every killa known in the industry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
L-to the-O, that's me, nickname Lokeavelli, last name (motherfuckin G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
[Verse 3: Candi Creep]
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got somethin for them killas in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come killa I come wicked
Don't need no permission, motherfucker I'ma kick it
Killas sweat my shit I wet 'em up with the biscuit
Lick 'em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, ridin' on the next killa's jock
I'm strapped with my Glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
[Chorus: Lo Key]
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the sounds from my killa Lo Key Dogg
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!