Kurupt Filmography

• Misirlou (2013)
• A Talent for Trouble (2013)
• Uprising: Hip Hop and the LA Riots (2012)
• Tupac Shakur: Thug Angel 2 (2011)
• The Penthouse (2010)
• Klub Kush DVD Magazine: Vol. 2 (2010)
• A Day in the Life (2009)
• I.E. (2008)
• Bigg Snoop Dogg Presents: The Adventures of Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2008)
• Vice (2008)
• Days of Wrath (2008)
• Loaded (2008)
• Inside Death Row (2008)
• Half Past Dead 2 (2007)
• Celebrity Rap Superstar (2007)
• Beef 4 (2007)
• DPG DVD Magazine Issue 1: Sept-Oct 2006 (2006)
• Cut Off (2006)
• DPG DVD Magazine Issue 1: Sept-Oct 2006 (2006)
• Layzie Bone & Mo' Thugs Records Presents: 100% Pure Thug Tour (2006)
• DPG Eulogy (2006)
• Rap Sheet: Hip-Hop and the Cops (2006)
• Brothers in Arms (2005)
• Brothers in Arms: The Making of a Modern Western (2005)
• Tupac: Live at the House of Blues (2005)
• Uncut XXX (2005)
• I Accidentally Domed Your Son (2004)
• Johnson Family Vacation (2004)
• Beef (2003)
• Hardware: Uncensored Music Videos - Hip Hop Volume 1 (2003)
• Keepin' It Real (2003)
• C-Walk: It's a Way of Livin' (2003)
• Hollywood Homicide (2003)
• Vegas Vampires (2003)
• Tupac: Resurrection (2003)
• Kurupt: G-TV (2002)
• Half Past Dead (2002)
• Gangsta Sh*t: The Movie (2002)
• Dark Blue (2002)
• The Wash (2001)
• Gang Tapes (2001)
• Straight from the Streets (2000)
• The Up in Smoke Tour (2000)
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1999)
• Charlie Hustle: Blueprint of Self-Made Millionaire (1999)
• 3 the Hard Way (1999)
• The 1995 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1995)
• Murder Was the Case: The Movie (1995)

• Yessir - Kurupt
• Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Kurupt
• Who Do U Be? - Kurupt
• Under Pressure - Kurupt
• Trylogy - Kurupt
• This Is Your Day (ft. Murs & Uncle Chucc) - Kurupt
• The Hardest - Kurupt
• That'z Gangsta Shit - Kurupt
• Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt
• Tequilla - Kurupt
• Sunshine - Kurupt
• Stalkin' - Kurupt
• Space Boogie - Kurupt
• On, Onsite - Kurupt
• Odd Squad - Kurupt
• Now Wut - Kurupt
• Lay It on Back - Kurupt
• Kuruption - Kurupt
• I'm Back - Kurupt
• Hate on Me - Kurupt
• Halacaust 3000 - Kurupt
• Girls All Pause - Kurupt
• Gangsta Noize - Kurupt
• Can't Let That Slide - Kurupt
• Callin' Out Names - Kurupt
• Welcome Home - Kurupt
• We Can Freak It (NY Remix) - Kurupt
• We Can Freak It - Kurupt
• This One's For U - Kurupt
• That's Gangsta - Kurupt
• The Life - Kurupt
• The Hardest Mutha Fuckaz - Kurupt
• Play My Cards - Kurupt
• Step Up - Kurupt
• Make Some Noize - Kurupt
• On da Grind - Kurupt
• Represent Dat G.C. - Kurupt
• Put That on Something - Kurupt
• No Feelings - Kurupt
• Neva Gonna Give it Up - Kurupt
• Live on the Mic - Kurupt
• It's Time - Kurupt
• It Ain't No Fun - Kurupt
• It's A Set Up - Kurupt
• It Ain't About You - Kurupt
• If You See Me - Kurupt
• I Wanna - Kurupt
• I Didn't Change - Kurupt
• I Call Shots - Kurupt
• I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz - Kurupt
• Ho's a Housewife - Kurupt
• Game - Kurupt
• Gimmewhutchagot - Kurupt
• Can't Go Wrong - Kurupt
• Gangstas - Kurupt
• Fuck Da World - Kurupt
• Fresh - Kurupt
• Bring Back That G Shit - Kurupt
• Ask Yourself A Question - Kurupt
• Another Day - Kurupt
• At It Again - Kurupt
• Your Gyrlfriend - Kurupt
• Who Ride Wit Us - Kurupt
• West Coast Fire - Kurupt
• Tha Past - Kurupt
• The Life I Live - Kurupt
• Light Shit Up - Kurupt
• Radio - Kurupt
• Make Some Noise - Kurupt
• Loose Cannons - Kurupt
• Loc'd Out Hood - Kurupt
• Just Don't Give a Fuck - Kurupt
• It's Over - Kurupt
• It's Jimmy - Kurupt
• Hustlin' - Kurupt
• Hood In Yo Life - Kurupt
• Have Fun - Kurupt
• Fuck With Us - Kurupt
• End Of The Road (y.a. Mix) - Kurupt
• Deep Dishes - Kurupt
• C-Walk - Kurupt
• Bitches - Kurupt
• Always Rollin' - Kurupt

(Pity the child... pity the child)
Now, why should I play around?
Lay it down like most of y'all and lay around?
I'd rather gather hollow heads and lay ya' down
But I'm a little too old to play around
You still bangin' Dr. Dre and Dogg Pound
Snoop is still the hottest motherfucker out
Yessir! We still around
Yessir! We still world renowned
I caught silence, I silence sound
I'm under the radar, stuff silent sound
I'm here, my dude, I am born again
We saber-toothed tigers, y'all Cornish hens
Y'all cornball ballas, we presidents
With presidential-acquired hidden residents
Yessir! We residents
And controllers of secret soldiers and regiments
Yessir! We ball out
Yessir! Till we fall out
We get high (get high), we don't have to try
We don't have to look and we don't have to buy
We don't have to make ends meet to get by
We don't have to try, I am that guy
Yessir! I am that guy
Yessir! I am that fly
I can't help it and I can't stop
And I won't stop and I don't stop
I'm a take the top and put it where the bottom drop
Then I'm a reverse it and make the bottom hit top
See this is what they all call the top spot
Then I'm a show the top where the bottom stop
I am everything that is anything
I can't sing a note so I let the semi sing
Send 'em out on a mission, see what the semi bring
Back home to your selected and newly-elected king
Now that's gangsta [x5]
See that's gangsta
Now that's gangsta
(Keepin it gangsta with'chall)
Now that's gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta [x11] (gangsta)
Yessir! I am that guy
Yessir! I am that high
Rollercoaster, this whole movement's over
Givin' ya west coasters, the cold shoulder
I am ready, yes, I am here
I am back, Jack, the spinner of the year
Let's get one thing here real crystal clear
We reappear, their hopes disappear
Evaporate, dissipate, your folks disappear
And if you were smart you wouldn't be here
Now that's what I call a double whammy
I don't need the white folks, I get ghetto Grammys
Yessir! I get ghetto Grammys
Yessir! My women's eye candy
I can't help it and I can't stop
And I won't stop, that's why I don't stop
I'm similar to Biggie, similar to Pac
Similar to Snoop, similar to Doc
Similar because they all taught me something, ock
Firsthand, like cock and pop before a nigga talk
I'm airborne, you're grounded
Like you hid your report card and your mama found it
Yessir! I found it
My drrr-ream to go far as God allows me
The sky's the limit
It's in my arm's reach,
So I'm a reach as far as my arms reach
Gangsta [x15]
(Now that's... gangsta)

Man what you need man?
Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole
Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit
Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga
My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
I'm outta here -- catch me next week beotch!
Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block
Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks
Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up
On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
Get paid, every night, where we hang
Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin
Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real
Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in
You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..
Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain't nuttin but murders
Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
The dark parts of the motherfuckin park
The tarantula's loose and i'm heated now
With somethin in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads
Shot in the chest neck arm and legs
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this
With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life
Every day every night me and the columbians take flight
Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
When i flip it i make about twelve million g's
I'm a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Every nigga on the street gets paid
A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
Shut down the alarms nigga
Time to hit off, get off then break off
If he don't kick in the bread then take off
Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties
Columbians disfigured
Daz midi machine dillinger
Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody
And my mindstate today is fuck everybody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
.. shit, who the fuck at the door?
Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!

* You gonna dissect man (roll this shit)
Oh oh oh for the homies, who that?
Yeah, it's Kurupt fool
Live, Dogg Pound
And let all y'all know(know know), we live
Yeah Lurupt the raw dogg
Dogg Pound Gangsta for life
And my own thing, Antra
Check this out, (check it out)
[Kurupt]
One, two to the three
K to the U- R- U- P to the T
Dips and toe back whips
I ain't for competing
I own banks in sweden
I keeps a low profile, I don't floss
Top dogg, fool I'm the boss
Speculative decisions, I'm giving out executive positions
Making my own executive decisions
O.G. lie the only way is supposed to be lie
Simply, its all in me
So when you think about Kurupt just think about Bentleys
[Chorus]
Who do you be, tell me tell me
(that's a nigga
who do you be, tell me tell me
(steady cruisin' with your mind on the cash,
everything is tight so what you think be the past)
[Kurupt]
Feel the flames, separate terrains
We on the same track on separate trains
I'm all about coasting, locomotion
Sip get lit smooth
Move in slow motion, smooth as lotion
Headed to where the g's reside, ready to ride
I'm a fix it all, twist it all by showing all y'all what's the meaning of all
I'm hyper like a sniper on dope and dynamite
I ignite the stage, like rage, or sawed off gauge
Now all y'all off the stage you be the first one, verse one
Nigga disperse one, and I'm a show you how you get the job done
You cant buy it, the sound encourages riots
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Yo, I feel a whoo, bars with that whoop de whoop
Coming swoop, chill with Kurupt and the crew
In the back of the pad, but don't get mad, don't get upset
If I have to jab and jet, I gots to go put in, I get it all good in
So don't tweak come back next week,
but when she came back she met a hard fact
Dude that ain't where Kurupt stay at

Check it out check it out
Kurupt & 'Cat live live live...the Road Dawg Assassins
Blaze on...yeah who dat who dat who dat?
Kurupt...Young Gotti back again with my nigga 'Cat
I got a plot for about a half of key of coke
heater stowed in my coat me & D Lo
What's up loc? Hit a stick then trip a flow
Stick him for his notes roll hundred spokes
Raw dogg it's all about the money now
this ain't no riddle don't giggle like it's funny now
What you got my cash?
What I got'll pop the stash
get the Glock stop cock pop & dash
move where the homies got they end they coulda had
and everybody's down for the muthafuckin' mash
What you 'bout to blaze up?
Oh it's like that all of the homies is posted up in the back
you comin' to the gangsta reunion Kurupt & 'Cat
wonderin' where all the muthafuckin' G's at
all I see is switches niggas hittin Swishers
niggas high as the sky & niggas gettin bitches
[Chorus]
Living my life hustlin' strugglin' & partyin'
Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
I'm a bet I'm not a rookie like Mack 10 said
"Gangstas don't dance we boogie"
off to another corridor & that's for sure
drop a nigga to the floor I'm spectaculaur
Ay girl, seen you lookin' at me from afar
while I'm over here just wonderin' who you are
I'm a tan khaki wearin' blue khaki wearin'
brand new khaki wearin' muthafucka from the Pound
Hop in the MC (Monte Carlo) chrome M3
case niggas is comin' after me burst then flee
I seperate the real from the fake
as easy as it is to make mistakes I'ma give it all it takes
I'ma hit ya spot like shell shock
and take all there is to take
turn & make his fuckin' chest quake
Life is simple just get yo' cash
and don't do shit unless ya down to blast
[Chorus]
Violence needs to silence
they call it no sense we call it self defense
They makin' all the cash but we ain't makin' none
all they got is bullshit but we ain't takin' none
They said the panties dropped
do 'em nigga what's poppin'?
Is it mines or yours?
Nigga it's all of ours
play everyday holla at my nigga Dre
(Yo we about to bounce?)
Naw blaze up a ounce
What's up my name's Kurupt
they call me Young Gotti
You wanna party I'm out to catch a body
they say I shine but I don't feel like a star
always tryin' to play niggas like guitars
Just do it baby do it baby do it
it ain't nothin' to it I spit it like fluid
Spit fluently fluent,
fluent enough for you to understand
what the fuck a nigga was doin'
[Chorus]
That's my nigga 'Cat he knows where it's at
Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
That's my nigga 'Cat he knows where all the G's at

[Kurupt]
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like Muggsy
Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun
with a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So I'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I'm jackin for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with King T and Tha Liks, Alkahol-ed it up
like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank

chorus
Time made you who you are
Live and learn to get burn
But you got to remember
This is your day
Murder fitness god is my witness
Back to old business.. something has developed
That you just can see push to bottom line ..
This is ridiculous .. fucked up this whole fucking system
No after school program
Everybody program .. terrible this is unbearable
Every other day is another one burial
.. how cant it be because the .. fucked up
Thats why you are on me .. I thought it was innocent
When Michael Jackson died I knew they are gonna kill them
chorus
Time made you who you are
Live and learn to get burn
But you got to remember
This is your day
The great state of California
Broke in a mother fucker
Open up the school this summer
Kids get dumber ..
Get the dollars up
Fuck the Carrabin ..
I am talking about AK and machine..
Times get harder
You gotta be careful
Is the black man extinct
I am just trying to find
.. left behind
chorus
Time made you who you are
Live and learn to get burn
But you got to remember

Yo, Fredwreck, turn this motherfucker up man
So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit
Some try to repeat my flow
Others neva try 'cuz they know
I told ya that the game don't wait
I'm so tight that I can wait for the game
Just about as tight, as tight can be
That's why you never see 'em fuckin' with me
Get ya chance to bow out gracefully
You standin' face to face with defeat
If you feel me say Nate, Nate
He be the tightest muthafucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
Motha fucka tell yo mama tip-toe
When she pass my door
Kurupt, got this bitch about to toss this ho
And when we makin' the nigga shit
Always makin' the killin'
I be hearin' you bitches, there go the villain
Mad 'cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin'
Mad at me 'cuz I'm makin' shit, them thug's feelin'
Hold my dick, nigga, spit that verse
The hardest muthafucka nigga love to curse
It get worse, once the vill' start to smoke
And this legendary dick start to soak in your throat
My nigga, Young Gotti ?bout to pull your coat
Who are you bitch? You muthafuckaz never exist
If you feel me say Nate, Nate
He be the tightest muthafucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
So what you know about this West Coast monopoly
Enough animosity to tear down democracy
Anarchy, you wanna analyze and copy me
But muthafuck, that stay off my goddamn property
Xzibit burn a couple ounces of that broccoli
Step into the function, make the crowd bounce properly
Yeah, I know about your little shit talkin' mockery
Tryin' to see and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me
And all my playaz go to wakes, so the next nigga can take my place
And try to invade my space
Make enemies search for God like Ma$e, yeah
You should avoid catchin' 2 to the face, so I can avoid catchin' a case
You'se just another muthafuckin' rat in a race
I explode and expose to this multi-platinum fan base
Never seen before I kick in your door
Ain't no time to run for them guns, just get on the floor
If you feel me say Nate, Nate
He be the tightest muthafucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Yeah, a penny for your thoughts in a hour glass of time
Surround sound beats for the Dogg Pound jeeps
Jump the volts up in each single switch
Stick somethin' fat up in each single bitch
Bombshell and for every dick apiece
That ain't from the hood driftin' get 5 shells each
Split bustaz, no bustaz allowed
No punk motha fuckaz allowed, loosen the crowd
Dogg Pound say it loud, Dogg Pound
Scream it at the top of your lungs
Tell these niggaz where we from
Say Kurupt, Kurupt, Kurupt
Yeah, nigga the hardest muthafucka in here
I like Hennessy and beer
Remy, gin and juice, tequila and grapefruit
Chocolate thai, indigo sticks and a thick bitch
Down and out, nah, I'm up and in
Down at the Dogg House with Dre, Cube & Ren
If you feel me say Nate, Nate
He be the tightest muthafucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang

Hey, ok lets do it, Young Gotti
Yeah, you dont know about kurupt Young Gotti ok
Let me show you something man
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Nigga yeah gangsta'd up, yeah one time for your mind
Gangsta shit [x4]
We don't give a fuck we, we smashing in the cut
Thats gangsta shit [x4]
Nigga, what the fuck you looking at
You don't know me from jack, acting like you got a strap
but cha'll is niggaz 'n' bustaz, just a banch of punk motherfuckers
Kurupt Young Gotti life in a potti
You know me nigga, 2 shotty yeah, that stands for a reason
Busting on niggaz when its hunting season
Gangstafied, living my life, do or die
You could feel the vibe, its all inside
Its Humo size, its homicidal and its very vital
You could see these bitch niggaz, they ain't shit
Acting like a bitch, like Kurupt 'Whats going on nigga'
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
For me to bomb on that bitch nigga
Like it ain't shit,
Cause you's a motherfucken BITCH!
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats hussy shit
Thats gangsta Shit
Thats the shit I'm talking about
The homeys walk about, 5 miles
Kurupt get on the mic and spit 5 styles
It really don't matter cause I'm hostile
Leave niggaz up in the hospital
Conic, chronic, get from the middle
Looking at a nigga cause to get played
like the cat played the fiddle
Don't matter, cause they can't unsolve the riddle
What the fuck we cracking in Californa
Wit niggaz come up and blast on ya
I never gave a fuck about a bitch
Kurupt Young Gotti bitch make me rich
Next thing you know, I step to the side
The homeboy hump already to ride
T-C rollin, you know T-Cellin
Nigga rollin through a homie Roscoe deling
[Roscoe]
Kurupt and Roscoe holocaustal hostal
Colousal concanjerish from Los Angeles
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Now who got them fo's bouncing down the streets
And always got they heat Kurupt Young Gotti
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Nigga who be in the corp
And don't give a fuck Big Nate nigga
Big Snoop, you bitch niggaz
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Nigga ride dipping never gave a fuck
And we just so G'd to a T
Thats gangsta Shit [x4]
Ammos all you bitch niggaz be trynna be
G like me, nigga
You ain't gangsta shit [x3]
You's just a bitch
Nigga, I like my switches to hope
I want all my motherfucken gates burning
Niggaz ain't looking and niggaz ain't learning
Just 1 turn and everythings turning
These bitch niggaz need to step up
Cause Kurupt to me, no concerning
Just money earning like money earning
Mt burning wit 2 hammers laying niggaz down
This is just the way the Dogg Pound roam around
Looking at bitch niggaz when we hit town
Like what the fuck do you
Bitch niggaz wanna see wit Kurupt
Now thats gangsta shit and thats more then that
Thats Kurupt Young Gotti wit the 40 cow strap
Bout to lay dis nigga, I spray dis nigga
I 'K' dis nigga, L-A dis nigga
Is just a bitch-BITCH!

Daz and kurupt, kurupt and daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit words
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits
First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt
The streets is a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row
Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go
Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's
I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers
Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out
Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wow daz a safari, in a p??
Pay the cops off as i peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks
Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit
Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done
One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs
Struggle with heron and i'll tell you apart
Through my veins and through my heart
That's when the drama will start
Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots
Run through what you got, destroy yo block
Got a dealings ever ever was your spot
When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop
I seen it befo' 44's explode
Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
It's like this everyday on the streets of l.a
Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank
Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust
Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo)
I represented and presented the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed
We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, i knew you be dead, while in prison
Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches

Rock the beat
Rock the beat
This is for my killas
That shoot tequilla
? while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on(rock the beat)
To get their creep on(rock the beat)
To get their drink on(rock the beat)
To get their smoke on(rock the beat)
Blaze up
Blaze up
All the homies bang
Round up all the little locs, high as the sky
Smash and mash your body, just another day
Real high until your pistols reach the sky
Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud
'cause where i'm from thangs ain't never gonna change
So fuck where you from
Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when i trip then unload the clip
Not giving a fuck is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)
And i'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure
Right after i unload the forty-four (four, four)
Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures
Make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers
Make a nigga feel older
And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick
That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich
Overnight flight to the top, first class
Miss lady got a nice ass (ew shit)
Fast as you want to be
Lady just follow me
I'm a southwest g
Team with kurupt
Straight giving a fuck
I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up
Finish up when i bust a nut
I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining
Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming
Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag
Acting all bad, make me mad
So be the first to blast
Miss niva (niva, niva)
We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots
Come around here and you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block
Pop, pop one of they homies drop
I told y'all niggas never to come around here
Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark
Like the fourth of july when the candles spark
Always knew what i wanted to see
That's having big paper have many g's
Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me
Blast any nigga who step to me
We will take your shit
Whoop your ass
Fuck your bitch
Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick

Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine
Yeah, you ever popped in a spot and ya jaw just dropped
In an 8 second spread she's all in ya head
Your about to touch the ground and damn near beg
Cause she's the one, like Lisa Left Eye Lopez
Get trapped up, I'm a post up
Get yacked up, and then act up
Like what up girl?, ya done done it again
I'm trapped again, I want it again
Pretty short cuts or, hair to the middle of ya back
Looking just like that
I like short shorts and the tight jeans
and the summer dresses and the small feet, all petite
See that's what little bomb mamas is made of
But most of y'all suckas like cluckas that's made up
Treat her, however ya run into or meat her
I hope she got a head on her shoulders like miss Cita
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine
Oooh girl, shock 'em now
Looking down, can stare you down, all around
The eyes won't stop looking at my baby (Yeah they looking at my little thang)
I'm flattered but baby
Better let 'em know (Tell 'em who's it is)
Oooh girl cuz you are mine
You are mine you are mine you are mine
I'm so glad I've seen a girl like you
Who be down
I hope I can return, return to you
The pleasure you give me baby boo
Oooh when we do do do the things we do
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine
What you looking so cute for?
I'm fresh off the up in smoke, dr. dre and snoop tour
Bomb in your short skirt, girl make that skirt work
What you want a G like, need a G in your life
Every wonder what a GCG is like
Ever wonder what being with a DP is like
One night, I like 'em just like you
Me and Jon B, in Venace by the beach
Try to see what we can see
I got a (?) a new Bonaville
I got a house on the hill, where me and you could chill
See the party starts at 8, but you don't come 'till 10
Cuz ain't nothing cracking, and that's when it begins
I like Carona's by the car load, Henn' by the cases
Save the Coca-Cola I don't get down with the chasers
It's a secret location, I don't want no skirts popping up trying to chase us
Mad 'cause y'all switched places
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime

[Intro: Kurupt]
She's stalkin stalkin stalkin me [x4]
[Bridge #1: female]
I love him, I need him
I wanna have his baby
My friends think I'm crazy
I know he don't care
I blew his young
I'm never gonna leave him
His baby momma hates me
I would never decieve him
[Chorus: Kurupt]
She's stalkin stalkin stalkin me [x10]
[Verse 1]
I'm in the house
Quiet as a hungry church mouse
I'm ready to dip, ready to bounce
Bouncin' ounce for ounce and ounces
I'ma show you how to break these ounces
I think that's where I fucked up
I think I showed the little bitch to much
The bitch wouldn't let go of the throttle
Instead she tried to suck and hit on the clutch
Girl, beat it, Oh, No You Can't Eat It
Dip, eat somebody else dick
You can't go where I go girl
Young Gotti on Roscoe World
Dip outta town and bring it on something
Now you can sit down now sucka spit something
[Bridge #2: female]
Outside I'm waiting, I'm tired, it's raining
I'm playing his CD
I wonder if he see's me, I'll break all laws
Don't ever talk about him
I always feel so empty
When I'm not around him
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
5'5 brown eyes, caramel complexion
Dippin through the city
Hide through the intersection
Stalk a bitch, talkin shit
Your always outside my apartment bitch
Everything is cool, late night function
I'm tryna keep it cool cause I'm alwayz into something
Talkin' to this other bitch about to light up
And the bitch came up
And beat the bitch up (bitch)
Bitch you must got me fucked up
With the liquor in your system and your all fucked up
You must not know about young Kurupt
He gave you the number and you blew the bitch up
[Bridge #3: female]
Whenever, he's in town
I'm always at the hotel
I'm waiting, I'm patient
And I know all of his homies
I hope he calls
I know he got my letters
I know he read each one of them
And I bought him a new sweater
[Female]
yeah ahhha, yeah ahha
yeah ahhha, yeah ahha
yeah ahhha, yeah ahha
yeah ahhha, yeah ahha
[Kurupt: copied from Verse 2]
Bitch you must got me fucked up
With the liquor in your system and your all fucked up
You must not know about young Kurupt

Yeah nigga... Westcoast
Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'
Nigga!... G'z... Young Gotti
I'm like... fuck a bitch and fuck you too
It's so many different things that i'm gon' do
Switches all fucked up
Livin' in the '80's jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks
A quarter piece to flip
It's me and Daz and two bitches
I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt
They say this ain't the way to get rich!
I might as well get me a bitch!
I don't get it, I take it
Put a glitch in the Matrix
Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked
'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square
Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air
Nigga... fuck a bitch and fuck you too
What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do?
... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop
Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued
It's on one, nah he said it's on two
On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed
All you to want do
Do what the fuck you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors
Crap like the crap table, Kane and Abel
I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallahgar
Metal physical, sixteen Calibur metallica
'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker
Punk mothafucka, mothafuck, mothafucka, yeah nigga
We can go heads nigga
You bitches be hatin' nigga, heard what I said nigga
Lend me some bread nigga, keep ya chest bust like lead niggas
The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone
We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone
Never never have I ever gave a fuck
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt
And we do what the fuck we want to do too
Get what we got to get to get through
And we blast what we got blast to get ours
Life of a gangsta in a world of stars
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Do what the fuck you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through
Just do it... don't stop
All my niggas on the Northside, getcha money right away
All my niggas on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play
And say them niggas on the Eastside, ain't some niggas you contest
Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West
They say them niggas on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill
All my niggas on the Southside, try to make anotha mil'
All my niggas on the Eastside, make million dollar bills
All my niggas on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years
Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody
What dem niggas do, they ride
What dem niggas do, they ride, ride
Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody
What dem niggas do, they ride
What dem niggas do, they ride, ride
Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga
Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life
Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz!
They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga!
2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders

Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga
West Coast California livin nigga
Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone
Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown
Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam
In gangstaville where we shoot to kill
Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel
The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle
The hell-hound came through and drown the whale
Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail
Soak in a could of smoke then inhale
Hold it in neva exhale
Smoke whoever nigga's zone I'm in, oh well
Fuck you and ya mama
Drama, holocaust through anaconda
Nigga, I'm blastin on you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life
It's time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here
Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his
Fist, five and five, and multitudes
Comin through bangin the five
Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride
I'm tired of all y'all rap is sawed off
Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin
Screamin, the path of a demon bellin
My all blue chucks all goin out right
Dippin through the back cuz it's on onsite
The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone
Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him
If the bitches strip, we out six, foe's
Like e'erday, Californ-I-A
I can't explain it, the immaculate can't be painted
Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort
For you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life
Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone
Spread throughout the plains like a plague
Back to the G's and fools
With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool
Hit 'em hard like weights
Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches
Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake
I'ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes
I'ma crack the plate
I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja
I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite
The sytem's assistance to get up in this
Dogg Pound, California you can't fuck with this
Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger
Two shots just a killa to the head
Fuck you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Fuck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Fuck all you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Fuck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite

[Kurupt]
Yeah good looking out Dame for dropping that heat on
my album thug
[TQ]
Yeah [x3]
Odd Squad [x2]
You don't wanna
[Kurupt]
Once your eyes open the mysteries fall
Wall to world wars, in a far world
You're in the middle, we're the star wars
So come on nigga welcome to our wars
Im a show you something that might crack ya cranium
Team Millennium, strong as titanium
Force ya heart beat to slow on down
We rounding up at the squad meet, go on down
And I'm a catch you later homie
Yeah baby I'm collapsing continents
Rollin in continentals
Parental consent, a 2 piece on top of the temple
Im a show you something you've never seen before
Raise a bean black Charlie, she ain't green before
Young Damien Young, this is our squad, the odd squad
Loud like the Mob squad
Hit 'em 5 times and shift their spine
[Chorus: TQ]
That's odd squad, odd squad, the odd squad
Picture me rolling in a six four
See foe on my ?, but we ain't seen them coming closer
Nigga what, getting a lap dance, I hit the switch
And then switch, then switch
Turnaround back, drop like a yak hitting the switch
[Kurupt]
Looking at lil mama
What you like to do, what you into
What you in fo', what they hitting fo'
Look at lil mama with them tight ass jeans
Ol crooked lil mama with them tight ass jeans
Im a flash a thug on her
Pull out 200, of them things baby, just for you
Im a flash it in her face, yeah lets get loaded
And go and post up on a move on moment
Kurupt, Young Roscoe, call me Neil Paul
?, top choice of them all
Kurupt Young Gotti, call me Paul BD
With the skirts from Tahiti
Working at the mall, bitch
[Chorus]
Flash flood, body in the mud
A couple of outta town niggaz trip in the club
You don't wanna get yo check
End it in 8 seconds, will split yo chest
Like the fake Al Pacino
Get touched, touching something fired up, hot sauce
and jalapenos
TQ and Kurupt, Young Roscoe
Highly talented, extremely hostile
Why fly by first
It's the fire and desire of the first
Violent outbursts
This is our squad, odd squad
Loud like the Mob squad
Its fire, chiselled and fine
[Chorus x2]
[TQ]
You don't wanna
Odd squad [x3]

[Kurupt]
Yeah, where the Hennessey at?
Where the muthafuckin Hennessey?
We havin a gangsta party.. or what?
Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah nigga
Why should niggas be movin through?
Doing everything the fuck that we want to
Dropped and drowned, popped around
Everybody in this muthafucka drop down
Reign through guest
Cocked and popped muthafuckas
Locked and mopped muthafuckas
What the fuck? Watch me strut
Tiny than a muthafucka cocky ass fuck
[Hook]
Lost in the sauce, possible nuts
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up (Dogg Pound!)
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Dipped in a Cut, picture this much
Now I'm show niggas how to keep they weight up
Calicos sprayed, lead with the led
Heat to the head cus he speak to the Feds
Nigga, what chou though this was a muthafuckin game?
Cus you didn't know about my muthafuckin gang?
[Hook]
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, I'm dippin in the Cut
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, my calicos' tough
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
[Roscoe]
Step up, get cha mouth bust, Now Wut?
Bustin and getting outbust, Now Wut?
Lets truck, get the pow tuck, Now Wut?
Lets get fucked up, trust, Now Wut?
Kurupt..
[Kurupt]
In this muthafucka though you knew
It's so many things that I'm gon' do
Express through cuss words then control
Shit, Goddamn, muthafucka, asshole
Time's changed, life is strange
Derange, crazy, crazy deranged
This is just the game
Courts like arsonist, infernos in flames
That's what the fuck you get trynna fuck with my gang
It aint a thang, to come through and show you how to bang
To the bang, bang, boggie ya don't stop
I got a glock to pop off the top off top the top the top
I got sixteen shots
16 niggas equal 16 glocks
Nigga what you thought, this was a muthafuckin game?
Cus, you didn't know about my muthafuckin gang?
[Hook]
Lost in the sauce, I'm dippin in the Cut
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up (Dogg Pound!)
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, my calico's tough
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
[??? x2]
Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
That's Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
DPG, muthafucka, Now Wut?

Yeah, gangsta's make the world go 'round
I heard that's true
Make things go up and down
I heard that's true
I been through the full-court pressure stage
The homies gave me a nine
The first time I saw a gauge
The first time I put my feet...
Down solid mashin on top of concrete
Before all the ways of war
House and car doors felt the rays of war
When life was simple as shit
And we didn't give a fuck about a bitch, 1986
It's all about lic's, heat in the streets
Trucks with the beats
Bitches with biker shorts worn all tight
Tryin to get a pussy just worn all night
Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest ho's
Back in the days, 6-4 six trays
Back in the days, Elco's, S-S's
The best is where the west is niggaz don't test us
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
Back in the days where them laces were thick
I was concerned with break dancin and layin some dick
For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin the smurf
And I'm walkin on this Earth, like I don't give a fuck
And now I'm rollin up in third gear
With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill
3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer
And corrupt's my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up with that buck free style
Nigga what freestyle, nigga
Walkin on a razor blade
Comin through I got it made, posted up in the shade
Comin through to get paid
Sunny California baby
I got dubbs in my trunk and it's bound to bump
Straight smashin, hollerin out what's up Kurupt?
Wassup, I'm fillin in my right mind, one to the head
And I'm on the smash hollerin out 'what's up Fred?'
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
I don't give a fuck so fuck what they say
Nigga won't you pass, say pass the bombay
Niggaz they decide to ride and they ride
Niggaz they decide to lie and they die
I can bust a fleet of ho's with my skills
I can make them ho's bow down pay my bills
Can't think I can make them ho's convert to my will
Wanna bet I'll turn them ho's to my scrill'
If you love a bitch a bitch can drive you crazy
Anything a hooker do it won't amaze me
You better be up on your game homie cuz they be
They may talk a lot of shit but they can't fade me
If you hang around with suckaz then you may be...
Anotha type of brotha I don't want with me
When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me
Cuz I'm tryin to stay out the penitentiary
Just lay it on back (Hey)

Government's corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up
Step two paces....
Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action's at
Head straight to the scope, it's like hangin on the edge, of a ledge
I play my part, piece to the puzzle
Heat's with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble
Cuz of what he know, cuz of what he knew
How he grew, up and, what he grew up to
And what he gon' grow up to be
It's nuttin wrong but homie don't grow up to be like me
Temptation to touch, a terrible thing
A placement in your palm an unbearable thing
The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways
Lives lost, many K's, full size and mini K's
Comin in many arrays
Many shapes, sizes, and shades
Cuz boys in blue they just might get you
Government's corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up
Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed
So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head
Bobby got taken to the county jail
He put up his house and he walked on bail
Now Bobby's on the streets he's free as the breeze
He saved up his loot for his legal fees
He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys
Who got the case dropped on technicalities
Government's corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up
Through the good and bad times, times bad and good
Missin all the things that we used to have in the hood
Things makin me happy, used to make me sad
It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand
Spread, head to head like legions of germs
Wrapped like pearls and shells make 'em wriggle like worms
We everlastin, Kurupt and Everlast
Lashin, ever ready sounds, spreadin like rashes
Life is complicated, Kurupt, Everlast, and Soopafly made it
For traded, supposedly stay shaded
They may lurk, but we lurk too
They create the war, that we fight for
There's only one life and only one way to be
God fear gotta give love to the G-O-D cuz I can see
Everythang's corrupted, I'm corrupted
TV corrupted the public, niggaz yellin out 'fuck it'
Government's corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education's corrupt

[Intro: Kurupt]
One timers are ignored and suckers are banged on (bitch!)
Busters get popped in they mouth for nothing (bitch!)
Yeah, it's Kurupt Young Gotti, Against the Grain. Holocaust 92's started!
And y'all bitch ass niggaz gotta beat it. Just to let y'all know nigga... I'm Back!
Keepin' it real gangsta'd up... and bitches get banged on too... bitch
[Chorus x3: Kurupt]
I'm Back!
Where ya at? Back home
Where ya headed? To the hood
What you up to? No good, motherfucker!
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
llac's ain't never scraped like it
Hopped up jumped and ran away like it
Wrapped up in rope and yellow tape like it
Never was collected, never was respected
Never was ejected, just up and left it
Socked niggaz decrepit, nigga I'm Back!
Mini 14's selected nigga, I'm Back!
Select your selections nigga, I'm Back!
Mark up the sections nigga, I'm Back!
Napalm and auto, hell in Acapulco
Fuck international, I'm Death Row loco
With a trigger man and a Death Row logo again
And all permits are passed to go loco again
I can spritz, I can skitz and I spits like vipers
Gotti's a sniper, nigga I spits like gatlings
With a new Commander-in-Chief that appointed me Captain
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
A walking semi-auto, Ricardo the Great
Going bananas, bonkers as baboons and apes
I love the homies; just tell me whether the homies love me?
Positioning myself to a higher degree
Remember me? Calico Jerome, motherfucker
Teflon took the tone, motherfucker
c'mon lift your face, chest up, and your chin
Hold it steady, tell the homies, hold up
Don't slap them cos I'ma be the first one to throw bombs at em
And I'ma be the first one to throw a chrome in em
And I'ma be the first one to thunderdome with em
Nigga, this is Kurupt Young Gotti in case you don't know me
This ain't for the homies this is for my enemies only!
[Chorus x3]
[Interlude: Kurupt adlibs]
[Verse 3]
I'm in Vegas with Vegas, motherfucker
Gangstaz smashing through Vegas motherfuckers
Let me show you something that you never seen before
Gangsta'd up on the eastcoast with chucks on the floor, motherfucker
Yeah motherfucker, shut the fuck up let's go heads motherfucker
Oh you think the shit here is a game
Like the fire and torch when I spit the flame
Like the angle you're at ain't really your aim
Like when you see the mist this definitely ain't your aim
Like, I'm really sposed to interact with lames?
Young Gotti Against the Grain, motherfucker
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: Kurupt]
And all you bitches, eat a dick. See me on the streets, ya dig?
(Young Gotti'll tell 'em)
You hoes, you hoes, you bitches...
It's Kurupt! Young Gotti, motherfuckers, Young Gotti
And y'all know who I'm talking to, I'ma see y'all...

Eh yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy
Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy
Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy
Suppa so busy cockin' the 4 fizzy
Mad cause I'm too fly, and I pumped your ho
crushed your flow you got jealous club me for
I sensed the hate, I used my optical
You was too close around when I pocket doe
First came the wishin', then came the bitchin'
Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen
I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken
I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin'
Like a slut callin' bitches on my cell phone
But my bitches, try to take my fly bitches
I ain't just trippin', I can't trust niggas who ain't us
Bringin' niggas who can't bust
I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya
Half tustla mixed with you just a busta
Bitch ass niggas get me rich fast quicka
Now don't tricka this Supa ass kicka
Why do you hate on me
Cause I don't be trippin' off you
My image is stuck on "G"
Try to fuck with me this year..."Get the 'beep' outta here!"
I'm so up on my shit
These bitches ain't gettin' my grip
So I still remain a "G"
But why do you hate on me
How you gone hate on me
And I'm that nigga that ride beats smoother than Ron Isley
Talkin' bout fuck Damani but steady eyein' me
Steady tryin' to see how good sex with me could be
"Why won't you let me fuck?"
And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin'
Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion
Undercover ho's be real soft spoken
"Why would you slash my tire?"
And I got stock in Goodyear, bitch I'm all good year
Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears
Darkskin, go-tee with no beard
I change ho's like I change clothes
Young devil in the city o' angels
Keep it ghetto like cups with staples
Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel. Now...
Why do bitches blow dicks?
I don't know that but I can tell you dis, you simple trick
"Now you get it all you want."
We roll joints we don't fuck with blunts, fuck a blunt now
"Some niggas is worse than ho's"
Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go
I'll make a bitch blow balls like a ball and sing that song
...but naked
Most o' y'all niggas be break and hatin' records
The most hatin' done in 8.5 seconds
Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me
Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' on Warren G
Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani
Cause he wanna fuck Armani and don't wear Armani
Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tre-dee, Tre-dee is like fuck'em if they hatin the "G"

[Kurupt]
Yo Eastwood (Yo what up Gotti?)
Niggaz act like bitches, wanna hear the truth?
Before I say another word, motherfuck Snoop
DoggHouse eat a big Dogg Pound dick
This Gotti, you ain't gon' pimp slap shit
I'm cool, calm, and I'm so collective
And you niggaz don't respect shit, nigga
They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-cape
Y'all niggaz bring the gorillas I done ate
They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-bitch
That love to eat a Snooper-duper super dick
Panties and a cape, little pink panties
I drink Hennessy motherfucker
And I'm somebody you don't wanna see motherfucker
I'm lookin' in the streets and I see you niggaz truant
And I'm ridin' without Simon's influence motherfucker..
[Eastwood]
I roll these streets with my mind on G's, and I keep a glock tucked
Low-key on my body for niggaz that's tryin' to kill me
Shit, I'm out the hood too
From the Eastside to Compton to Inglewood too
I'm Eastwood (Who?)
One of the realest livin', existin', lyricist lynchin'
I'm competition brought to collision, I flow with percision
Decision to end it, I spit with a vengeance
So pay attention homie, it's business
Can't die without my tickets
I'm ballin', boss hoggin', Snoop doggin'
I'm stompin' out your braids with my Chuck's
A outlaw with a thug ministry, chemistry, touched by my memory
Hennessy, from here to Italy got niggaz feelin' me
Sun roof open, so I can feel the wind blow
Smokin' dodie, blowin' out my H2 limo
Ain't never had a demo, I'm choppin' up albums
Lock me in a booth, I'm a beast, turn up the value
[Young Ron]
Smoke a blunt with Mr. Cooper, super trooper, pop - Snoop and Soopa
I'm so fly, I roam the block and I'm ready to die
Niggaz told me what happened but they never really told me why
These streets is real, I've seen my O.G.'s cry
Bodies outlined with chalk, that's where a dope fiend died
Soldiers who can't hold they own won't make it alive
I got a lot of talent, so I ain't hard to find
I'm on the grind, my squad ain't far behind
We mackin' dimes, in the club packin' nines
Sniffin' lines - that cocaine blow your mind
Fuckin' with mine, I'm bringin' mine
Bring yours nigga!..
[Gail Gotti]
Ease the beast, Gotti supreme
Gail posted in the back of the 'Llac on lean
Keep the heat stashed in the dash when we mash
Like livin' fast it's secondary to cash
Get your vest tested, your chest infected
Roll with Tha Row now my flow's respected
Gotti up and left, never was rejected
Ride 'til I die 'til the game's respected, bitch
[Kurupt]
I ain't said shit, done shit, fuck 'em
Bustin', bust in bustin', dumpin', fuck 'em - gangsta
What the fuck you really ever did? - nothin'

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (roscoe)
Dogg pound (nate dogg, kurupt) dogg pound (h.g)
Where the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh)
Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out)
When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang
Same ol' gangsta gang, its the same old thang
Just new days and new ways to twist
Its like this, the gangsta's came and the....
Girls all pause
When i tell you lately
Seems no one can fade me
It just might drive you crazy
Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk)
Gin and juice, hen and coke,
Rum and coke, and five ounces of dope
In the middle of the twist, in the cud of smoke
Where my dogs, are the hogs, o.g's and loc's
All the....
Girls all pause
Got 10 girls that pay me
Just so they can lay me
And when they come to see me, i just drop my drawers
Girls all pause
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)
When i came in, ramming,
With my pistol and my cannon
I wanna get somethin' blew off now
Dogg pound gangsta's with the gangsta sound
We make the....
World go round
Girls they make me wiery
Homies try to steer me
But i stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause)
She say i'm young, but i'm cute
The kind of guy she likes, in room 802
But she gone lie tonight, but one things fo' sho
When roscoe creeps slow through the do'
The...
Girls all pause
Bust in right behind her
Ask for the vagina
After this i'll find ya, when the lights come on (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
Walkin', talkin', gangsta g
D.p.g, seein' sob said uncomplete me
The homies at the local swapmeet
Dippin' through the hood, gold feet with beats
And make the...
Girls all pause
This ones for the homies
Actin' like they know me
When you move slowly, so nobody falls (girls all pause)
Ayyy! yellin' through, bailin' through, tellin' you,
I'm a g, ganstafied, do or die, homicide,
G's ride, i ride, we ride, what that d.p.g like??
We ride by and the....
Girls all pause
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (girls all pause)
And they all say the same ol' thang
Gangsta boogie

[Kurupt]
Smash
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Yeah y'all wont respect that gangsta shit, nigga
California's Finest under the sun
Yeah, who want see me on the 101, bustas?
Shut up punk
[Hook]
Who's that makin that Gansta Noize? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a fuck, bitch (That's Kurupt)
Gangsta's in this muthafucka givin it up (That's Kurupt)
[Kurupt]
Bitch Nigga, touch me, nigga, and I touch you back
Rush me nigga and I'll pop off this
And push you back, chest hit back
Shells up and the West hit back
So bitch nigga just get back
Bitch boy just don't know how to act
I'ma have to clap like an applause and make him sit back
Cus bitch boy just wont get back
Focus like scanners, file load to memo randoms
I'ma leave ya numb, peel like bananas
[Hook]
Who's that kickin that gangsta shit? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a shit (That's Kurupt)
Gangsta's in this muthafucka givin it up (That's Kurupt)
[Kurupt]
Deal me in and I'll deal you out
Liable to put something in your mouth
Make my day and I'll make ya year
Just when you appear
You make a U-turn, and then disappear
I guess it's clear
No bitch ass bitch made muthafuckas allowed in here
Give me a pistol I'll give you a cannon
Put it to your face and then start rammin
I heard gangsta rap music, they're gonna start bannin
I'm planning, to make gangsta rap music in Canada
To shift the parameter
Quake the equator, Young Gotti muthafucka
Eminent danger, bitch nigga
[Hook]
Who's that makin that Gangsta Noize? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a fuck, nigga (That's Kurupt)
Gangsta's in this muthafucka givin it up (That's Kurupt)
[Tri]
My super duper, coupe maneuver
Some think I'm too cute to shoot the Rugger
[Roscoe x2]
Now how many hoes want nut all over they face? (Face)
Throw your hands all over the place
How many niggas all over they case?
Throw your hands all over the place
[Hook]
Who's that makin that Gangsta Noize? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a fuck, nigga (That's Kurupt)
Gangsta's in this muthafucka givin it up (That's Kurupt)
[Kurupt]
I can't smoke no more weed in the red form
I need to concentrate in the pill form
Call the homies, start off the swarm
Show ‘em it's on
First one to bomb, Southern Vietnam
California Cong
Studied game like the Muslims studied a Koran
Back On The Smash, Kurupt and Daz
Two to the spleen, Kurupt and Mike Dean
The hoes gotta go, Kurupt and Roscoe
Blastin Roscoe into Young Assassins
The methods of a ridaz, Snoop and Tha Eastidaz
Two to the head, yeah, what up Fred?
With so many hoes givin all the head
Can't you see Nate and Warren G?
These the muthafuckas that be rollin with me
We control whole, patrol the streets, nigga
Inquiries of vocabulary you need
But we ignore bitches when they tryin to speak
Talking ‘bout..
[Hook x2]
Who's that makin that Gangsta Noize? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a fuck, nigga (That's Kurupt)

This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Well Uh-Uh, Uh
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Early mornin'
I just awoke
Just took a sip and just took a smoke
The phone rang
Niggas spittin' game
The same ol'
Same ol'
Same ol' thang
Talkin' 'bout life
Talkin' 'bout bitches
Talkin' 'bout money...
Cars...
And switches
And all of a sudden he switched talkin' about some kill shit
'Bout this bitch ass nigga talkin' some real shit
This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Well Uh-Uh, Uh
Well Uh-Uh, Uh
(Say what?!)
(No way!)
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
You know I'm chip-toothed, motherfucker
You about to get slapped like a motherfuckin' bitch for that
(Say what?!)
You got a lot of rap homie, not to know a nigga
Don't talk a nigga, show a nigga
Don't think it nigga, live it, nigga
Don't run it, nigga
Gun it, nigga
(Man, fuck that!)
Don't fake niggas, quake niggas
I ain't no bitch nigga
(I ain't none)
So don't play me like a bitch nigga
You lil' bitch nigga
Change the switch nigga
Wanna get rich nigga
(Nigga!)
Fuck and make a motherfuckin' nigga dick itch, nigga
Why you mad at me?
(Why you mad homie?)
Walk without
Talkin' 'bout what you talkin' 'bout
You must be that Madd Rapper (hehe)
Puffy and them was talkin' about
Nigga put a dick in yo mouth
And shut the fuck up!
(Nigga!)
You lil' bitch!
(Bitch!)
I hear you talkin' but you ain't sayin shit!
Now this goes out to all y'all (all y'all!) tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
(Snitch ass niggas!)
They thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
(Bitch nigga!)
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
No way!
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh
No way!
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Bitch!
No way!
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
Bounce
(Yo!)
Bounce
Bounce
But no way...
Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
If you gonna rob with us, nigga rooob!
If you gonna mash with us, nigga maaash!
Instead we be dumpin' on cowards and bonin' out with the cash
So when a nigga run up on you
In a blue ski mask
(Run nigga! Run!)
'Cause I come (Heeeey!) murda yo
Drawin' skits
It's like bustin' a orange
You get terminated
Our rhymes is esquisite
Explicit, and R-Rated
You askin' why I'm laughing 'cause it's kinda funny to me
You really think you gonna come and take my money from me?
Well, I can't let that slide
I'm fittin' to trip
Pop my Olde English and get into some gangsta shhh!
What's my name?
Roscoe! Roscoe!
My big brah
Kurupt! Kurupt!
And what we do:
We rob! We rob!
And can't let... that slide! that slide!
Nigga... What?!
What?!
What?!
We raw doggs, Cuz
This goes out to all y'all tellin' (Nigga!) my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (Ey yo Cuz!), mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V., bitch up when you see me
Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
(No way!)
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (Whaaaat?!), mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide!
But no way!
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw, I can't let that sliiiide!

[Intro]
Sup Fred?
Gangsta shit
West Coast...
[Verse One]
Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaFUCK the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my bitch
You can have the bitch, two bitches gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York
They actin' like a bitch New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but fuck Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ‘ll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:
Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches
Dippin' through the ‘hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new bitch since my old bitch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"

Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's dat nigga daz (kurupt we don't give a fuck
Like nigga whattup?) dat nigga daz and kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze, sherm with a perm
Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn
I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day
Sunny cali-for-ni-a, the g way display
How to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders
And scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light
Pull up then drive to the right
It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right
Welcome home... into l.a.
Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play
It's been too long... just to seen you come around
Now we can have a good time...
Just watch your back, when you're comin through this town
(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
Zone on roam and romeo's rome
Nigga home sweet home, chromes, battlezones
World wars -- boys and girls, girls and whores
Eighty-seven chevy with switches galore
Impala bounce, at the ice cream parlor blaze an ounce
To ounce, dice game break and it counts
Kick in nigga before we gotta kick in nigga shoot
And whip out the shank and start stickin niggaz
Get jacked for prior burnings, we jack for higher learning
No concerning, is life worth living or learning
We jack for other turnings, we keep the burners burning
Witn no concerning, is life worth living or earning
First i park nigga, then spark nigga
Go from martin luther king to leimert park nigga
We g nigga, we don't give a fuck, daz and kurupt
Here, tell your kids - kids, grow the fuck up
Dippin and hittin switches i'ma hop, don't do shit but hop
Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, nigga hop
Stop, pull out your pistol then pop
Hit em two times til he drop when i hop
Up and down the street bounce rock
Ragtop is history in california, the bounce rock hop
Roller skate nigga watch a gangster take niggaz
Take off, break niggaz down, break niggaz trample and shake niggaz
Over turf, earthquake niggaz
Move to the side, we ride, you ever see a g glide
Slide, motivate the crowd, a thirty-eight macleod
Forever boom sound with one single round
welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
welcome home... into l.a.

We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out
We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...
You gone thug it out, gangsta style
Nigga check it out
Ayyo my baby moms, hunny let me see my child
Niggaz see me in the streets, ask why i don't smile
Thats why nigga, because my life is a mess
And Im sellin records now, but i still feel stress
Neva had a legal job, all i sold was drugs
And I still got my moms and the rest of my thugs
But my pops he aint here, does that seem so foul
And im drinkin everyday, on the wrong route
And cant wait for the day when Capone come out
No doubt, my ?? niggaz, thuggin it out
To wut wut, all my niggaz just funk wit Kurupt
Tell then niggaz where they stand at, where they end up wut
My niggaz mash, fom NY to LA first class
Drinkin Don from the bottle, fuck the glass
My niggaz peep it
Sit back and hold a secret
Funk wit Kurupt, nigga wut
Yeah we can freak it
Freak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthin
Rip a sic sumthin, my dick a stick sumthin
Just try me, see the new millineum came
Im invincible wit my abdominium frame
Daminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagon
Nuttin silenced, they all are violenced
The law story, wars over territory
The masses, only left Kurupt and Nore
Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma
Wit magnums, and mosts many and mostly semi's
I pays no rent, cars wit no lease
Got eight killas wit badges I pay police
Its a freak fest, east to west, no more wars
Bomb girls feastless, nude beaches and nude shores
Baby soft as peaches, soft as a plum
Aint no fun if the homies cant have none
Bitch Bitch...
No matter what you think
You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me
And you aint got the skills, to freak with me
Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me
Im zoned, Nore and Kurupt on roam
And we wont stop bustin till Capone come home
Dirt be followin the presidente of ANTRA
Words of war nigga Im the black Frank Sinatra
N.O.R.E. Nore K.U.R.U.P.T. Kurupt
Pistol ready to thug like wut
Im old Italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stalion
That stampede, girl i can tell you were free
Yo N.O.R.E. thugged out in DPG
You know its only thug niggaz that be fuckin wit me
So where the cash at, yo where Snoop, and where Daz at?
Whether you blood or cuz
You a thug or you wuz
I get super drunk
Boy that niggaz got a buzz
So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this
Thugged out is the label murder you is the click
And them bitches dont like us, can suck our dicks, wut??
No matter what you think
You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me
Cuz you aint got the skills, to freak with me
Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me

Zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, owwwwww
Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
Dippin down the street on platinum daytons
I been all around the world, japan to aamsterdam
Hittin like switches
Dippin, hit the switches, which is
One reason why i gotta make mine
Cuz these fools on the street tryin to take mine
Wassup ladie
Times gettin shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
Thats why i'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But i'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and baby s got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young og's (og's)
Dippin down shaw, fuck all of y'all
As i bounce rock skate on threes
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
Cuz since i came and you know
Let me tell you how i started on the grind for mine
Livin life in my rear view
S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb
Record one and blue calm, and yukons
And john hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin?
Rollin with my nigga from the pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a g one more
He once smoked
For free, now its all about the g's and me
Oh yeah!
Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the g's know what i mean
Lil locs, young g's and og's
We on the smash for cash and thats it
We hit the stash and dash and thats it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Why you trippin wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock
Combinin nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of yall is mad as shit
I'm dippin down the street in a skyblue bently
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left

Gangsta nigga!
To all the homies (for all the homies)
No bitch ass niggas allowed
No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this)
Kurupt Young Godi Check it out
Gangsta gangsta I'm a G from the D
That's what the ridahs see
I'ma get a quarter mil quarter inch with the deal
Come through grey and blue
I'ma show you what I do where I hang the shit
Dogg Pound Gangstaville in the cut nigga what
I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too
Get a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through
Got my nigga Slip too
And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need
Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in
I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion
Ain't no words to express this song
Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone
This goes out to the homies
And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you!
(Chorus)
This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you!
This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you!
(Give it up nigga, give it up fool)
Hollered at one of the homies the other day
He said son ??? and then he looked the other way
Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself
He choked and in the ???
I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit
Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit
So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates
To a whole different hood where different shit takes place
I been G, since the age of 18
When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters
Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one
Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes
Holla at the big homeboy C-Style
Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash
Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash
I didn't think niggas could last
Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz
(Chorus)
I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO!
I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x)
There I was,
When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology
We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs
Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form
I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm
Stack up the cut just like bustas
Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us
I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches
Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop
Blown, hold up, what's goin' on?
My man Capone got a hold of his own
Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes
Could we put hoes nigga
Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang
Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game
Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game
Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim
Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames
Dope in the wind, indo and hair
The gang nigga
(Chorus til fade)

[Chorus]
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense)
Shit's shady
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense (Tense, tense)
U-huh
Don't make no sense
Not a false pre-tense
Warren G, drop that shit, man
[Verse 1]
One for the money in the valley of the G's
Where the riders ride
Bustas die
Some may survive but the bottom line
Is if you cock your 9
You're stoppin' time
Just ask my big homie, he'll put you deep
On the quick come-up
Nigga, put the gun up
One time runnin' up
I got a clear view
I got it all telescoped in the rearview
I got a whole stash of dope
Cash of dope
Which one you tryin' to get?
I'm about to let the mack, nigga, spit
And rock off the top of your shit
I got a fiendin' for a little bit of M&M;'s
Run up and bust nigga from here to ???
It's gonna take 10 of them
And I'mma light 'em all
Throw a gangsta reunion
And invite 'em all
It don't matter who you are
Fuck 'em all
[Chorus]
Don't make no sense
I'm a false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga
That's gangsta, nigga (Dogg Pound)
[Verse 2]
Now all my gangsta ride
It's all do or die
Dogg Pound... Gangstas
Give it up
Show your hands in the sky
It don't stop
It don't quit
Rock a 17 Eclipse
On hollow tips
The homie just came through in a MC
Pop the trunk
(What's up, homie? Come peep this out!)
Floss the chrome M-3
(What's up, nigga?!)
He said "What's up people" (What's up people)
I said, "Everything's pleasant
(Aww man, I'm doin' cool)
Plus I got my Desert... Eagle"
But ain't no problems
It ain't no trouble
Someone cocked the 4-double
It's time for the midnight maquerade
(Come on, let's ride, niggas!)
Gotti Valentino
I'm walkin around wippin' off my shoes with c-notes
G. Gambino
I wanna own casinos (uh-huh)
But before you catch me laid
My whole centipede sprayed
Touched and did it
Indented enfragment
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and cash
I can't wait to get around your little bitch ass
Life ain't nothin' but cash
Fuck the bitches, the niggas, the weed, and the hash
Life ain't complete without the heat to blast
You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash
You ain't blastin'?
Then you only learned a fraction
You only learned somethin'
The rest is closed-captioned
How could I make it over there where the light shine?
Home
Where a nigga's not alone
Cause everywhere where I seen or turn
It seems a nigga got a lot to learn
I pose like a poster
Pull the heat out the hollster
Blast, get ghost
and shake the whole coast
[Chorus]
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
Don't make no sense (None)
No false pre-tense
Man, that's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga
That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense (None)
No false pre-tense
That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?)
That's gangsta, nigga
[Verse 3]
Gangstas roll and ganstas ride
Dippin', trippin', slip and slide
Mash with the niggas that mash with you
Get cash with the niggas that get cash with you
Don't even trip off "he say/she say"
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what we say
Just keep your heaters cocked and loaded
(Load it, nigga!)
Cause when it exploded
(Fuck it, nigga!)
Fuck it
I'mma get ?? 'til I pass
If you're gonna shoot, blast
(Fuck it!)

Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick
Sub Drex (uh yeah, one two)
Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby
Sky's the limit (yeah)
Way up in the sky
Once in a lifetime
You only get one chance, one chance
(You like that shit)
One chance to dance
And then it's over
Check it, from catchin buses and cabs
Pen and pads in the lav
Sippin genuine drafts and no cash
I ain't the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last
Roosevelt drive, clay courts from Cliffs to AZ
Aiyyo wassup how you feel Me I'm chill
But I'm still tryin to make a mill Inside Sharon Hill
From where I stand I see it's time to expand
To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands
You know it's about that time
Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes
Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind
Sexual, young intellectual
With a whole lot of life to live, just a child
It's 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound
Having to survive living in the life
Got to stay alive living in the life
Have to survive
Living in the life
Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence
Plus, me and my crew shine like the N on New Balance
The most talent where girls fly
They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't stop
These jealous cat cut G's keroodle with top
We can cruise the city block like yachts
Y'all niggaz worse than the cops
Before I smoke, I tote my first tote
A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls
Me K-I-D, the elite MC
From the hill, got my top chopped by a tree
On the hill, too young to flare one
It's all about rhymes and fair ones
Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun
Don't shove me or push me, I give sucka punches
Now what's the deal
You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now
And pull the tool now Why can't we keep it on the cool now
I make a new route to get my crew out My peeps no doubt
And then when school out, it probably when the album's due out
And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out
Forever player and winner and never lose out
Tell me do you remember (Yeah, I remember back when)
When Conway Park (Yeah, I remember back then)
Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (Next week, instead of then)
And I'm be sneakin again
See back in the day, it was all about flows
Coolin out the T-la rock and mic stroll
I go next door to see my nigga Man Bang
Sneak in the basement, couple sips of Ing Bing
I feel all right, I could rock all night
No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams
Money like a mothafucka Homie gimme mine's paid
I come stompin like a parade, the escapade
Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms
We clear sight, the day lights like the night
A closet full of Franklin's, a G's paradise
A nice 40 ounce of O-E on ice
Precise poetical poltergeist on mics
Well, it's the El baby, baby The El baby baby
The one that rocks you so well baby baby
Many brains I feed, another thought conceive
Yes indeed Drex ya heed will make yo body bleed
The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds
Money stash from crack, you can't determine the speed
I'm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of Carene
I'm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I mean
I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
Stay tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a
Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease
The world will spend a million G's savin dyin MC's
Now you got mad love for Shahi Raffi
I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me
Kurupt: To my nigga Kel El, Escoball, what all up in this piece
El Drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound
Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound
A town with no recreation

Yo Fredwreck turn this motha fucker up man
So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit
Some try to repeat my flow
Others neva try cuz they know
I told ya that the game don't wait
I'm so tight that I can wait for the game
Just about as tight can be
That's why you never see 'em fuckin with me
Get ya chance to bow out gracefully
You standin face to face with defeat
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
Motha fucka tell yo mama tip-toe
When she pass my door
Kurupt, got this bitch about to toss this ho
And when we makin the nigga shit
Always makin the killin
I be hearin you bitches, there go the villain
Mad cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin
Mad at me cuz I'm makin shit them thug's feelin
Hold my dick nigga spit that verse
The hardest mutha fucka nigga love to curse
It get worse, once the vill' start to smoke
And this legendary dick start to soak in your throat
My nigga Young Gotti 'bout to pull your coat
Who are you bitch, you mutha fuckaz never exist
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
So what you know about this West Coast monopoly
Enough animosity, to tear down democracy
Anarchy, you wanna analyze and copy me
But mutha fuck that stay off my god damn property
Xzibit burn a couple ounces of that broccoli
Step into the function make the crowd bounce properly
Yeah I know about your little shit talkin mockery
Tryin to see and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me
And all my playaz go to wakes so the next nigga can take my place
And try to invade my space
Make enemies search for God like Ma$e (Yeah)
You should avoid catchin 2 to the face, so I can avoid catchin a case
You'se just another mutha fuckin rat in a race
I explode and expose to this multi-platinum fan base
Never seen before I kick in your door
Ain't no time to run for them guns, just get on the floor
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Yeah, a penny for your thoughts in a hour glass of time
Surround sound beats for the Dogg Pound jeeps
Jump the volts up in each single switch
Stick somethin fat up in each single bitch
Bombshell, and for every dick apiece
That ain't from the hood driftin get 5 shells each
Split bustaz, no bustaz allowed
No punk motha fuckaz allowed, loosen the crowd
Dogg Pound say it loud (Dogg Pound!)
Scream it at the top of your lungs
Tell these niggaz where we from
Say Kurupt...Kurupt (Kurupt!)
Yeah nigga the hardest mutha fucka in here
I like Hennessy and beer...
Remy, gin and juice, the killa, and grapefruit...
Chocolate thai, indigo sticks, and a thick bitch
Down and out, nah I'm up and in
Down at the Dogg House with Dre, Cube, & Ren
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang

(To) (to) (to)
(To the tic)
(To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Kurupt Young Gotti
Hell yeah
Raw Dawg
You know
You know me
Raw Dawg Assassin
Comin atcha, baby
Cat, kick it in
Kick it in
[ VERSE 1 ]
Pull up...
Soon as I park shit sparks
Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation
Spit sparks till shit's dark forever
What's up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw or get paid
You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons
(Yo, what up?)
I'm just a gee
Oh yeah, that's me
Don't forget it
Act like you knew it 'fore I set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before I turn around
And burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin
A fool over to the right gunnin
The homies whistled
We all draw pistols
[ CHORUS ]
Gotta stay in charge
Gotta play my cards
On the grind all day, babe
Oh, gots to get paid
[ VERSE 2 ]
You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(What you talkin bout?) Everybody's got questions and shit
(Hey yo, what's up with...?) Muthafuckas questionin shit
(Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife
(My wife) All I wanna do is live my life
(That's all) Raise up off me, homie
(Yeah) Ease back softly, homie
(Check it out) I'm a gee from the D.P.G.
And no matter what you say, you can't fuck with me
Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin in locomotion
In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin
Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got scams for hundreds of gramms
Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan
For about a
Whole ki load of some powder
Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in
>From the front to the back, and packin
Pull the strap and start clappin
I'm about to move a little somethin
A little sumptin-sumpin
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin
Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid
A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc, and let's raise up
Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I'm worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he's not
International like [???]
You can feel me
In the real way
[ CHORUS ]
Bitches, get your ride on, on
Kurupt Young Gotti
Raw Dawg
Just get your ride on
Just get your ride on, homie
My nigga Battlecat
Ha-ha
Just get your ride on, homie
(To the tic-tic
And you don't quit
Hit it)
This is for the riders
Riders
The riders
Hustlers
Hustlers
The hustlers
This is the one, baby!
(Tic-toc)
(Ya) (ya) (ya don't)
(Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don't stop) (stop) (stop)
Bitch

Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i
(wait a minute, um)
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that
That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh
(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down

(feat. Daz Dillinger)
[Intro: Kurupt talking & Daz yelling in background]
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Come to ?? and bank
Where the ?? is ??
And fly, pelican, fly
Fly away
Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street
It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat
Hollow tip ??
Soopafly, psychotic
Super Sonic
With a little bit of chronic
??
Can't have a phone, nigga
Without the hydrolics
Can't purchase no powder
Without the cauliflower
Holly Colly, high power
Bangin' with the homies
Bustin' on bustas
Dumpin' on cowards
The homies said move to left, home boy
hit your chest
Knock out, hold your breath, home boy
W's for the West, home boy
E is for the East, home boy
D-A-Z and Soopafly
Motherfucker, Priest, home boy
My niggas
Blaze a ounce
Hit the stage
Bitches strip
Niggas bounce
[Chorus: Daz]
All my Dogg Pound niggas better...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back better...
Make some noise!
All the bitches in the front better...
Make some noise!
All my homies all over the world...
Make some noise!
All my niggas all over...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back better...
Make some noise!
All my niggas down with us...
Make some noise!
Everybody around the world...
Make some noise!
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Process of elimination
Total devastation
Total world domination
Struck determination
Capitations
Determination
To injure the nation
And leave a whole half of the world...
With a million decapitations
With no hesitation
Fast!
Blast with the homies
It's all set to blast
To bust a nigga, touch him
Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin'
It ain't shit
See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit
So you fall cause you're hit
(Aww shit!!)
And your homies get to runnin'
another nigga still gunnin'
Got a pistol, fool?
You know the rules of the hood
Q's, that's on you
You know the rules of the hood
I'm a G fa sho
D.P. fa sho
From the back to the middle
To the front of the door
You got a Cadillac Seville?
I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill
Now, nigga, how you feel?
[Chorus: Daz]
All my niggas clockin' paper...
Make some noise!
All my Dogg Pound niggas...
Make some noise!
All my gang bang niggas...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from South Central...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from Philedelphia...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from Jersey...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in Atlanta...
Make some noise!
If you down with Kurupt, would you...
Make some noise!
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Nigga, what?
You're just a space invader
Takin' up all the space, motherfucker!
and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces
when it takes place
Y'all never know it takes place
Little busta in disguise
I can see it in your eyes
I ain't hatin'
Fool... What's crackulatin'?
Is it sex or glocks
Money for rhymes or rocks?
All my home boys with 9's in they hands
Put them in the air
Bust like you just don't care
This the Terror Dome
Home, sweet, home
For the chrome
Pack your homies
With the foes
And all gold in the bones
Hit the strip club
Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed
What the fuck?!
They love Kurupt!
But I don't give 'em a sip
It ain't because they don't deserve it
It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin'
And if Kurupt make 'em bounce
Indeed, I make 'em bounce
And blaze the weed
And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce
[Chorus: Daz]
If you down with Kurupt, would you...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back, won't you...
Make some noise!
If you down with this shit, won't you...
Make some noise!
Put your hands on the side and...
All my niggas in the back, would you...
Make some noise!
Everybody all around, won't you...
Make some noise!
And all my real, live niggas, won't you...
Make some noise!
Everybody down with ??, would you...
Make some noise!
[Daz & Kurupt yelling, then Kurupt begins to talk]
[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed
Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed
On a one-to-one one day
In ??'s car
Like, "What up, Dogg?"
"Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw"
Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is
Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Slump me and bump me
Pull out a pump and pump me
Cause I own my own company?

It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind
Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block)
Straight up
D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'?
You can't stop
You can't rewind the time
You can't think about the past
So look forward to life
And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on de grind
I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up
They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
It aint shit to flip a double up
And I love when I'm comin' up
I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up
Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga
Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze
Move into the hood with all the O.G's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it
Run through it
And stampede the block like bitch
Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah)
Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin
Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass
Yeah nigga, half a day gone by
Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life
It's hard to survive
Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5
45, Milli Mack eleven
Gunshots non stop to funk pop
Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?)
Me and the homies are the first to bust
And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us
Gangsta
With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead
I guess I'd die in the life of greed
Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed
For set, joints nigga or half a key
I remember when I came up
Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up
Some niggas flamed up
Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up)
What up?! (Yeah!)
I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap
Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC fuck y'all niggas
Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood
Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good
Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas
Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
The gangstas is here fo'eva,
Yeah, huh, huh, yeah
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti
Huh, '99 millenium 2000
Like fuck a bitch!
Put it on the catalogs homie

Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch
W ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
Enema!!!
Emena... not enema... enema!
I'm saying it baby, i just said it low
In your ass
In your motherfucking asshole
Ok like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch
Man what a bitch, gangster shit
Paws scrap up the cement then bend
I never love me a ho
Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know
I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas, sawed off y'all niggas
And i'm quick to pull out
Gangster shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth
As i skip to my loo c walking, g talking
I'm a gangster cold hearted, sick dumb and retarted
Came up this far without a bullet proof vest (yeah)
Ran with the best, sport khaki's again
Always stay fresh won't settle for less
Looped out, said now
Man these nigga on deck
Now it's the pimp of the crew, soopafly coming through
I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few
The d p locced out, niggas get choked out
Smoked out niggas and i'll fuck you with no doubt
Gangster gangster tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothing to it
Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid
West coast nigga, yeah we be the truest
Represent that long beach, represent that l.b.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that s.t.c
Represent that long beach, represent that d.p.g.
Represent that long beach, represent that p.a.c.
I had so much beef i should've fucked in my colon
But i sent them off deprived, with both their fucking eyes swollen
Everything stolen, and it still risked rolling
Niggas can't see me cause i kill shit blowing
I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
A k 47 street
Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit hitler
Mother fucker stay up out my kool-aid pitcher
You don't wanna see my style like click click pow
Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
The enemy wanna diss nigga but how could he?
With hookers and hoodies with a bag full of goodies (what what what what?)
What? now take that for what it's worth
I terrorize your territory and take over your turf
All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a nerf
Nasty as after birth they say ooh after the verse
I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal
And when i'm in the hood i'm just so controversial
Niggas know me homey, the o g
West coast don i smash on anyone
On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns
I move the dubs and let d move the 2 1's
Not to mention all my no limit niggas now
We do it g style like big c style
Represent that long beach, represent that l.b.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that s.t.c
Represent that l b, represent that d.p.g.
Represent that l b, represent that p.a.c.
What what?
My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the pound getting paid now
Hey now, big bow wow honey child
I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles
And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it
Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
We's a d p g committee
fuck that bitch, dat nigga daz fuck that bitch
That trick that goofy ass bitch
Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip
Fucking gangster shit 20 insane sixty crip
19th street crip, where the gangsters hang
It's a gang thang we all gang bang
Hold up (wait a minute!!!)
All my niggas get (gangster with it!!!)
Tick tock (crip walk)
And prepare to get ill when the gangsters talk (hey hey)
Sagging and flagging with the 7 tray rag
Smoking like a dragon with the 4 - 4 cannon
Be the last man standing whipping niggas at random
Gray and blue bandanna's who riding is standard
So what y'all wanna say? (huh, huh?)
What y'all wanna do? (huh, what?)
You niggas tripping, while i'm steady dipping
Throw your clip in, since y'all all flipping
Rolling capers, while i'm getting papers
Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors
Everyone around is soon to see
Ain't nobody coming close to me
Keep hanging 'round and you'll believe
Represent that long beach, represent that l.b.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that s.t.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that d.p.g.
Represent that long beach, represent that p.a.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that s.t.g.
Represent that long beach, represent that d.p.g.
Represent that long beach, represent that p.a.c.
Represent that long beach, represent that long beach
Represent that...
Let's take it off like this bitch... bitch please...you ain't knowing
The broadcast is directed by motherfucking snoop doggy dogg and his big nuts
If your not knowing, ya know!
We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though
187.4 in your asshole like this
If your not knowing now your blowing...
Shabadoo huh?
We gonna kick it like this to the eastside l.b.c.

When the acid rain falls
Your frame falls
I'll make your chains spark the lead, the chainsaws
I'm not captivated
And I'm not captive
Free as a bird to fly out on Perv
Ain't here for no frontin'
Just to say a little somethin'
Rack up the gauge, spray a lil' something'
My momma always told me
Right before she'd hold me:
"Look, don't tell me... Don't say it... Just show me"
Over and over again
It sunk in slowly
I'm a... bomb shell
Bomb-o-rama, high times is proper
I'm eqipped with 4 clips
And all the accessories
For all them Sesame Street G's
That pestin' me
Not servin' neccessaties
In the battle, I'm raw
Galactica, mother
Light 'em up like battle star
Galactica, mother
I'ma show you how I do it over here (over here)
If you show me how you do it over there (over there)
I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket
Put that on something
I'm about to get payed
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something
That's on e'rythang
Nigga, put that on something
I'm about to get a meal ticket
Put that on something
I'm about to get payed
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something
That's on e'rythang
Nigga, put that on something
Put that on something...
Put that on something...
Nigga, put that on something...
I put that on my shoes and sox
My moms and my pops
My bomb drops, my 5 glocks, and my knots
How you gonna tell me what I'm gonna do?
When I'm not
When I'm hot
Is when you can consider it got
In one false move
Is when the vaults move
Cracked in the middle like eggs
Spread on the table
Your pulse halts
Boy, get your game together
This ain't to die together
?This ain't the ain't together?
Now ain't this somethin'?
A youngster just swerved up
The homie just swerved up
Hold up!
I'ma be goin' tonight
I ran into the homies
It's on tonight
I gotta throw on my stars and my khakis tonight
I'ma show you how I do it over here (over here)
If you show me how you do it over there (what?!)
I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket
Put that on something
I'm about to get payed
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something (Really?)
That's on e'rythang
Put that on something (For real)
I'm about to get a meal ticket
Put that on something
I'm about to get payed
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something
That's on e'rythang
Put that on something
Yeah...
That's on the Pound, nigga
Put that on something
Fool, put that on something...
I know a few of y'all could ?? the time to spit off
After bustin' lead off
Knockin' a nigga head off
Fa sho
Hard core, fa sho
Predator
Mentor
?Antra entrepenuer?
Radical and raw assasin, maskin'
Caskets and drastics tactics
Quick
To flip 'em like bricks
Put a little soul in your strive, home boy
If you ever think about tryin' to ride, home boy
Caticalism
Reactions leads to another food up
Fool across the across the bridge with six kids, get clips
And everything 'quipped with that
Like Daz said: "Retaliation, Revenge & Getback"
Like Daz said: "If you ever need me homie, you know what to do"
If I never said it before, the same applies for you
(This one's for yooooou)
I'ma show you how I do it over here (over here)
Now y'all show me how you do it over there (over there)
I ride with the West Coast (West Coast)
Put that on something
I ride with the East Coast (East Coast)
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something
That's on e'rythang
Put that on something
I ride with up north (Up north)
Put that on something
I ride with the dirty south (Dirty south)
Put that on something
I put that on my momma
Put that on something
That's on e'rythang
Fool, put that on something
Yeah...
Nigga, put that on something...
Put that on something
I put that on the hood
Put that on something
I put that on my kids
Put that on something
I put that on my life
Put that on something
I put that on e'rythang
Put that on something
I put that on my grandkids
Put that on something
I put that on e'rythang
Put that on something
I put that on my life
Put that on something
Put that on something
Put that on something
Is that right? (Oh really?)
Put that on something then... Huh?!
Put that on something you love
Something that you care about
Something that you would never give up
Put that on something
Put that on something
Put that on something
(I put that on my kids)
You know what I mean?
Put that on something, homie
Huh?

Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth,
Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt,
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck
Don't fuck, wid the masta,
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this
Me and the mic's tight like
Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six,
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks
I'm iller, realer,
Than ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa,
Meet the nine milla,
Lettin' off,
Where I stop you gettin' off,
Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in Set It Off
You want war come on,
Put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the canvas
Cause I draw blood,
That's what's up,
Wid the shit I manouver
Hit the losers wid a Luger
Than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic,
I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV,
Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me though?
My name is Stephen
I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you skeezin' I'm pleasin'
Those who dare,
I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare
I declare war before I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore,
I'm runnin' the floor, like a ballerina,
I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get honies to make you say "You seen her?"
I'm pregnant, but only in my mind
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs
Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden,
Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin',
Cream like carnation,
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin',
Hey old lady, sorry's all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way,
Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo
Get peeled, skills in the fields
Raw dog raw deals,
Niggas either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates
Get lift like weights,
Bust and radiate spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections
I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin' start ampin' out,
Hittin' wid autos campin' out,
Wid autos innovative calculative creative
Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get stuck up
Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot
Never seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines

Dpg (g), c
Smash, just before you talk spaz out
Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash
Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy
I'mma live long homeboy
Too deep, too strong homeboy
We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy
It's on homeboy
Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
D-a-z, i can't believe this nigga gon' trip
He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
With snoop in the coop, warren, nate, and big tray dee
Big c-style and mitch made to be
Shine dogg gettin' super-high lit
High-flyin' high super-duper high
We super-duper fly
I put ya in the mix
I ain't with that kibbles-n-bits shit
Bitch, where's the grip?
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
(dpg {g}, c)
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
What i'mma do, i'mma bang on the beat
What i'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat
You lookin' at me, i'm scopin' on you
But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
Everybody talkin' 'bout money ain't a thang
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang
If you was hard as me, i'm as hard as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, i'm an eastside loc
So don't let the crossover fool ya
I been down since '81, lb top gun biyatch
Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills
Dogg pound niggas, they be bangin' still
Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide
Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride
All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs
Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang
Hang wit' dpg and i can give ya game
Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games
Dpg (g), c
Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... dogg pound gangstas...
Fuck y'all!
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
Yeah, i'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips
And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit
Tray dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies
Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when i blast
I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass
Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street
Triple-x sweatshirt with blue chucks on feet
Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
Neva doze when i rose, let the chrome explode
Man i wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support
I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport
Down shit, pound shit, gangsta
Fo'eva', wheneva', howeva', down fo' whateva'
Recognize game when it hits ya
Nigga, if ya slip up doggy dogg's gonna get-'cha
Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine
Just before i was taught, how ta gangbang
All my peers through the years know
That snoop dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do'
And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low
That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know
Man i been through so much and i'm still goin' through it
But fuck all that, i got ta stay into it
I knew the job was dangerous when i took it
Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it
I was so eager, just trynna get involved
But now's i gots ta represent for me and my doggs
Yeah, '94, became a d-o, double-g, p-o, u-n-d, gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
Paperboy wit' a new route
When i'm in front, they watch behind me
Mission: crush, ready to bust, grab the tom-my
Gun, keep one, i role with the heat-seeka's
Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga
Roll, keep slow, peep, po-po
Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns
Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean
Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
Mothafuckaaz!! haha!!
Dogg pound... mothafuckin' gangstas...
1999, back up in this bi-yai-itch!
Eastside up, eastsidaz!
And niggas thought we fell off...
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, (dogg pound in this mothafucka)
I'm neva gonna give it up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Neva gonna give it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon homies give it up
(ride on, ride on)
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up

Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle
Yes, yes y'all!
yeah yeah y'all! (uh)
KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh)
yeah Kurupt, y'all
Time to check it out, uh huh
Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea)
KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea)
you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!)
I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77
i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it
I spit lead into better men
you a veteran, aint no tellin'
what i send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
(unintelligible)
Then again i noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us
But luckily i noticed
Everybody want to be close to us
Tryin' to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us
My style's out this universe
Words that serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew
KRS, it's on you, baby
True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around
Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down
and makin' them frown, true underground
not a class clown
copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll with the mash out posse
The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard
When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE!
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath shows
See i heard it before, word it before
Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before
Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds incredible
I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness!
What rhymes he creates!
"Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best
It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka
Uh! like that!
Yeah uh huh! like that!
Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic)
(Yeah!)
Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive
But i represent emcees now out in..
Yeah, no doubt
I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin
every emcee from here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'
The last round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round
and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick
I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers just like ice
Fuck around with me, O.G
Yo, we so precise
You know the teacher's agenda
We will be here forever
You plottin' to surrender
Action start, you start -- tremor
Never lose my temper, when my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat, remember
Yea yea! haha!
raw dog assassin style
KRS and kurupt!
Yea yea y'all!
uh huh!
like this, like this
Yeah we make them bounce
I make them bounce
we make them bounce
Yo, i make them bounce
Yo, i blaze a ounce
Yeah, i blaze a ounce
I'm gonna bounce to the ounce
When the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you
I leave ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger zone
Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just like this
Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this
Thats right y'all
You heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the studio
Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop
Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face
KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place
You know what time it is
We got to come back again
I got my friend, i cant remember his name again
But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills that out the box,
we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
Now come back and represent beside the Kris
Clap your hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and Kris
Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we start severin' -- heads
Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said
Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game
Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game,
Seen the game, so im televisin the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game
They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
See me rockin' i be rockin all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it
Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth,
Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee
And that's my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down production,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!)

DV....
DV..
Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck this who wanna bring the ruckus
Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch,
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough
The cops'll watch your do'
So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo'
And if them niggas not swipe
We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num
Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb
Damn, why they make me wanna pull out a gun?
First name's Camille, Camille's name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on
Bitches, bitches be on
My bitches, bitches be on
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma give you something in rhythm feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point anything sleep
Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep
We be coming, on the regular we be coming
Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry
Making me deam stacking up that man for CREAM
Torch the green have you all open like beam
Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme
that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits
Shorty gettin' played like a midget
Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches
Need 'em to throw your pitches
having you leaving your misses
What I got to do is this,
hand me your business, step off my premises,
Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE,
And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze
Yeah we always Bring The Pain and Misdemeanour
Know we can't stand the rain
Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load
Cause we can reload, cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll
The name is the Python you know what I'm about ya'll
Yo, yo, yo,
I pop bras like Bruno
I take your money from shooting rap to uno
Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though
I had a crush like a DAT
now I try to master phones like that
Carolina be my home town
Still living with my parents even though I'm grown now
Time to roam now
I don't think that ya'll can handle us
Made our mark in the East now we hitting Los Angeles
You can't delust a man wid lust
When I been up on the mic you can never get enough
Make you palms wet and I ain't even gettin' calm yet
Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat
I'm from the West ya'll
Bringing niggas stress ya'll
Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas
The homey stomped it and I'm spraying with niggas
I got the cash to have keys to blast
You a sucker nigga,
Sucker punk MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA
Trying to strip me a my Vans that's all I gather man
Mr. Matter of fact, Calicos and dates
What you want to get your shit lit to Blaze
Like Johnny you can play like Ricky Davoni
But you ain't a player nigga
ain't got the heart to lay a nigga
Automatic spray a nigga,
Soon as I came went like calm in the Grand
Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb
I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from
If it ain't about loot then I'ma shoot and run
What you supposed to be, Raw?
Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog
Bust a five star dog, I want all ya'll
I know the niggas know where the weed be
It's the live shit need to be
Fucking round in my decent (nigga)
Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga)
Saturate like a sieve (nigga)
Take a toke and get blown
Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload
'xplode and unload
'xplode and unload
'xpload and unload
We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll
Dirty kid wanna hit that wid a leash ya'll
I be the mic wrecker,
Spinner One coming through wid the double decker
Double pound in your crew Uhhh,
Forced to recognise make arrive
Don't have to par and block you
we just break you down to normal size
You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back
You wack, I burn you down like I corner that
Doggy, QB style you know my steeze
I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees
Viper, break more backs than Paul Backland in Kahkland
Nigga deny drama could happen
First test my skills
I came to rap shit for real
Venom Squad be the only squad that be ill
First of all I ride your back like a jackass
Jack still loose on the chaka with the L
Coming from the East representing both sides
Kurupt, the Venoms, that's how we keep it tight
Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?
Yo I'm from the West ya'll
Busting cuz a stress ya'll
Fuck the best ya'll
Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas
Gangsta style...
Uhh, Uhh
Protect ya Neck
Massive

INTRO: Your back now, at the jack-off hour this is DJ eze-dick. On W-Balls. Right now something new. By the Snoop Doggy Dogg. And this one goes out to all the ladies. From all the guys, a big bow-wow-wow. Coz we gonna make a little mystery here tonight. This is DJ eze-dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick.
NATE DOGG: When i met you last night baby. Before you opened up your gap. I had a respect for you lady, but now i take it all back. Coz you gave me all your pussy. And you even licked my balls. Leave your number on the cabinet. And i promise baby, ill give you a call. Next time your feeling kinda horney, you can come on over, and ill break you off. And if you cant f*** that day, just lay back, and open your mouth. Coz i have never met a girl, that i love in the whole wide world.
KURUPT: Well if kurupt gave a f*** about a bitch, id always be broke. I never have no mother f***ing indo to smoke.loped and looney, bitch you cant do me, do we look like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes, thats something that i learnt in the pund so how the f*** am i supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe, I know the pussys minds, imma f*** a couple low time. And then im through with it. Theres nothing else to do with it. Pass it to the homie, now you hit it. Coz she aint nothin but a bitch to me, and y'all know, that bitches aint shit to me. I gives a fuck, why dont y'all pay attention. Aproach it with a different proposition. Im kurupt, youll never be my only one. Trickass bitch
CHORUS: It aint no fun if the homies cant have none. x4
SNOOP DOGG: Guess whos back in the mother f***ing house? With a fat dick for your mother f***ing mouth. Hoes recignise, niggaz do to. Coz when bitches get soundless and pull a voodoo. What you gonna do? You really dont know, so id advise you not to trust that hoe. Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch. Know it damn well, what you caught up in my grip. Now as the sun rotates and my gang grows bigger, how many bitches wanna f*** this nigga named snoop. Doggy. Your mouldy, your bouv. Im too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes. But see, it aint no fun if my homies cant get a taste of it coz you know that they love it.
WARREN G: Woo. Hey, now you know. Inhale, exhale, with my flow. 1 for the money, 2 for the bitches, 3 to get ready, 4 to hit the switches. In my chevy. 6:4 red to be exact. With bitches on my side and bitches on my back. So back up bitch because im struggling. Just get on your knees and then start juggling. These mother f***ing nuts in your mouth. Its me, warren G, the nigga with the clout.
CHORUS: x4

Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?)
Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up)
What they're doing? They're trying to...
They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up
They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They're trying to set me up, but check it out
This is it, call it how you wanna call it
Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting
How do you want it? I said we could spread arms
Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right?
Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga
Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga
Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins
Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em)
It's a million to one, Kurupt with one gun
And a whole backyard of ammo
Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel
Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his Willy came to an end
You see that nigga he ride with, do him in
This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me
Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me
There's no (???) when you're playing Russian roulette
They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me
Young Gotti, (???)
Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds
I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't
Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up
Chorus:
I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up)
Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga)
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
That's how motherfuckers get murdered
Hit the (???), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty
Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers
Holler at the big homie Slop (what up Slop? what's up y'all?)
Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick
Get this rap slapped in the clip
You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him
Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em
Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two
how y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly
Friction, I can feel it all around me, my intuition
LA gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently
Busting, dusting niggaz off silently
I ain't even trying to be what I can be or could handle
But niggaz trying to make me an example
Go over to the West (to the West), niggaz wanna feud
Go back to the East (to the East), niggaz wanna feud
I'm 'bout to go to the North and South to see, what,
are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (I don't know)
Chorus
It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up
I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga
Can't help it, hoes come through
Me set, I know 'em, they're out to set me
They wanna get me, get the homies
The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me
Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me
Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like?
Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me
You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me
See all the homies, I make loot like Spike Lee
Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins
I give a fuck nigga, I could stay busting
And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight
Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz
Earthquake ass niggaz, I shake these niggaz
Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time
Wanna fuck with Kurupt, I just sit, prepare the rhyme
Now I'm all about the cash nigga
Thinking you could come through
You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga
Chorus (2x)
Murdered...
What? Attack assassins, huh
Just ask the homie D, he rides with me
Just ask the homie Snoop, S-N-double O-P, he rides with me
Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me
Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me
Top doggs, D-O-double G's, they ride with me
Ask my homie Big (???), he rides with me
Ask the big homeboy B, he rides with me
And the homie D, Slop, what? they ride with me
Big C, he rides with me
Big Tray D rides with me
Big Sean D rides with me
Big Breez, he rides with me

*dialtone and dialing*
Soopafly: "Yea"
Kurupt: "Ay soopafly"
S: "Yup"
K: "Ay, what's the name of that song that goes,
dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"
S: "It ain't about you?"
K: "That's the one you have it on?"
S: "Yea"
K: "Oh, yea, that's tight"
S: "You like that?"
K: "Yea"
Check check check check check
Microphone check check check check check
1, 2 check check check check check
Live in the place to be
Soopafly, comin at ya
I don't stop and I don't quit
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep game
Check, I break a nigga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to rock a show
I'm stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know
Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek
They sleep
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks
Straight from the L we don't take no shit
We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the polka
Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade
Can I ride in your car?
Girl I've gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, that ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
No, but you can eat this dick
While I smash my shit and I pop in my car
Can I give you my number?
Yea, next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Sh, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out
Bitch please
Got her speakin in Chinese
They like please
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothafuck all you hoes
Fuck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless thing got stained
The bitch gobble the best
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west
The homie said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta
A nigga feelin bitter
Shitty as some kitty litter
Take off, got a Adolf Hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The bitch on my dick
I'm like bitch, forget it
Let it loose bitch, won't you let it
For ????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut
A typical hoe
I'm only in it for the blow
The bitch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Then she turned blue
On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew
Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out
Now all salute the supreme general that got style
And watch how I rock and lock the block down
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster
No chance to surpass the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in
But I'ma stay bangin
The game that I'm claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumpa
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop
Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?c
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Get at me next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood

Yeah, yeh what the deal dog
(Where you from?)
BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah what the dealy
Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
Dogg Pound's the best
Mic accurate, trade darts TL
Slight tint DL, quick flash
Smooth as a baby's ass,
Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos
Transactions, C-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey
Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring
Get mashed out initiation face slashed out
Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me
It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof
Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof
Level head the liable and leave ya for dead
Fill fulla lead
Incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays
I guess it's the American ways
Far from slaves,
Yet behind bars and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws
Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws
Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half
Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash
My intention to smash fast plex on elevators
Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader
I'm major now, women hit me on my pager
While I'm puffin' on the bombay,
The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way
And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay
Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Got the session on lockdown
Make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool
For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture
Run up and extort ya
Abort ya missions,
Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat
Where the bomb at, chop up on that
Niggas I been there and done that
Catch a contact
By drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'
Ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up
No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest
Anything to the left of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous,
Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent
Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened
Check it out, got games, crackle
Clash of the titans up against the crackin'
Come to fuck you up, stuck you up
Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt
What the fuck you want?
All at you motherfucking small fry small guy
Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat
Run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket
But first strip his pockets
He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture
See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush
And the board and the paper and paint a picture
You shootin' and got shot
We shoot ya, Drex Luthor
?Then pull pens to report to zoopers?
I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass,
Double bags caught cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
And if you see me in the ING
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Yo, yo, verbal seizures
Coming from the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her
We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder,
At this point you realise that you ain't really need her
Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate
A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey
Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys
We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy
It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive
Betta contact ya physician for over dosage
You lost ya focus, realise what you get
A little bit of good shit
And alot of bullshit,
Now you wounded,
So you got exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Fuck up my high
All I wanna say,
FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN!
Yo, first of all,
After all this is over,
We still all go to sleep,
And we still wake up in the morning,
So give thanks to God,
Cause he loves us

For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body
Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what
Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck (fuck)
You wanna act, I wanna fuck (fuck)
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what
You never stop suckin me off
For as long as I'm breakin you off
I never go soft Show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest
See me personally murder the weed
Loving the speed, rumble the seeds
Fucking and hee, funny's runnin with me
Have you comin for me
You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me
You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty under ?? freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts
Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed
Kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus
So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
(Dogg Poung Gangstaville)
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis
Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin it (baby momma coppin it)
Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room
Confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove
Hey, that's what you wanna do
Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, getting pussy that's wet
Fucking bitches in the stretch
Riding to the bank, cashing my checks
Smoking, sipping 'Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left
Telling me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass
We get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka
This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Let's play house, what you talkin bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff

[Intro: Kurupt]
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
[Kurupt]
My life, my family - they hate me
They wanna execute me, fuck around and shoot me
Damn, do I gotta change my whole mind state?
Throw a brick up, new nickel to eighth
I gotta go to a different world
Cuz right here is a motherfuckin nightmare
It's Young Gotti, I'm always the motherfucking underdog, dawg
Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all..
Do families turn there backs over emotions or acts?
Turn their back over emotional acts?
Do they fall in emotional traps?
Do it transpire into emotional collapse?
From nickel's and mac's, over bread and bitches, poetics and rap's
Or who they choose to do business with or perhaps, we talkin bout family
I can't believe my eyes, it's the stand up, fall and rise
All cuz how cuz I'm fuckin with Blood
Oh this niggas hot cuz I'm fuckin with cuz
Oh this nigga got problems because of this
He read an article and thought a nigga tried to dis
When we was young we use to roll like a all nighter
Then roll a pimp game kicked in and popped collars
Me and one of my brothers use to be the tightest group
Until this motherfuckin day, we the tighest group
I can't help it if a nigga make a sudden change
Would it be a different game if it wasn't change?
Would we be as close as we was in '93?
I can't help but think a little bit differently
I can't help but think we might even be closer
We use to be back to back holdin toasters
[Chorus: Kurupt]
I didn't change..
When y'all niggas wanted to stay - I didn't change
When things wasn't going our way - I didn't change
When y'all niggas wanted the verse
The shoe was on a different foot and the roles reversed - I didn't change
When niggas use to call us wack
Like "Fuck the Westcoast" and never call us back - I didn't change
When niggas was talkin shit
Talkin bout they ain't fuckin with us - I never changed, nigga
[Interlude: Kurupt] [scratched]
Give me mines, give me mines nigga
This is for the homies
"It was ninteen nintey three"
Blaze that shit up
This is for the homies..
[Kurupt]
I'm about to change motherfuckin rules
Here first like wild motherfuckin bulls
I'ma make something for niggas to link about
And leave the whole hood with something to think about
I can't help but think a million times a day
A nigga got about a million things he gotta say
I never been the type to beat around the bush
My big homie introduced me to Benz's and cush
God grant me the strength to go the length, the width
With a little bit of that and a bit of this
It's fucked up that a nigga that I barely know
Would give it up to me but my homies won't
My success pattern is in a constant shake
It's like film making without no film to make
It's like hang gliding but I can't hang
And now niggas tryin to kick me out my game
All because of where I choose to lay my hat
All because of where a motherfuckers at
I'm feelin like I'm falling like dead leaves
It like I'm swingin from vines like Tarzan
I'm about to take another trip to Tarzana
Pop something for a motherfucker to go bananas
Rack up the gauge, cuz I can feel it coming
It's the heater home in the summer, I feel it coming
My kids my main priority, you thority, agility, ability
My tranquility to toss a typhoon at the moon
Hurricane spread through the saloon like alien goons and harpoons
I could do this shit by myself
I'd rather be read then be placed back on the shelf
I'ma motherfuckin G, nigga, forever til I die DP, nigga

Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy snoop dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.p.g.c., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'know!
Organized madness
The young godstra
Ha hah, young frank sinatra, beotch!
I call, i call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, young got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it super like the sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (what?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion i'm want about a million or more
Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear calvin klein, he won't wear valour
He got some gortex or some converse on
All-stars, g'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, i'm probably chillin up in mississippi
Or poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and i wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause i'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 mod squad
Universal soldiers, i thought i told ya
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if i say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from y.a., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am i? the incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the way i'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and i just stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? one less nigga
Me and kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!

Suckers!
How many real homeboys y'all got out there?
Can y'all count on one hand? i can
Straight up, dogg pound gangstas
Funky fresh in the flesh
Yeah
That's what i'm talking about
Yo kurupt, kick that!
I ain't shit with out my homeboys
Although at times it seems
Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It's complicated like a puzzle
Puzzle pieces and money double
?? really in trouble
I'ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
Then get ghost by the most of y'all get ?gostic?
Get the fuck out of here!
Ain't no body else i can call (who dat?)
Besides my motherfucking doggs
I ain't shit without my homeboyz
When there's trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on
On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right
I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher
Always drinking and smoking philly's
Getting a nigga wild
Gettin paid, that's my only desire
Big style, lil' floss, tray dee and me
K-u-r-u-p-t, soopafly and crooked eye
Until then
I hope god don't pass me by
Every day i work harder to try
Never to fall
But i often rise!
Every day before i open my eyes
To my cousin big flip locked down in the pen
To my other homeboyz i won't ever see again
Like gone in the wind
Like a lottery spin
When it comes down to it
Nigga, who's your foes and your friends?
I ain't shit without my homeboyz
So what could make a crook stay down for his troop
Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh?
What about the cops we hid from on the roof
Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof
We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root
We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute
I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me
We had navigator dreams and only bust money
We rise and we fall together, all together
We brawl and we ball together
Doggs forever
Like uhhh (lots of people) and you don't stop!
Fuck around with one of the homies
Watch the glock pop!
One love and keep hollering back
We could split my last dollar in fact
Pop your collar to that
Crooked eye need a whole click
And like "folls and giblets"
That's some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit
Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit
When we ride together niggas be like "oh shit!"
Dogg pound in the house, rockin the party
(lots of people) all night long!
Gettin high til the break of dawn
Chipped up like a cellular phone
Back up, watch it shine like chrome
And division when you in this shit
But together we can't be fucked with, crush shit
Never settle for less then the plush shit
But still don't forget when we was broke
About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke
Man, i can count on both hands
The different stands and planes
Niggaz took to make it better for the fam
We made our first five grand, was like god damn
New khakis and cortese
We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is
Still clockin more biz
Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked
Soopafly ?? and chucks, but i ain't shit without my homeboyz
Please believe i ain't shit without my homeboyz (and that's real shit)
I ain't nothing without my homeboyz (i ain't shit without my homeboyz)
Shit, not capone
Real niggaz i knew before i was grown
A lot of motherfuckers died
But i'ma still ride
And represent the evil motherfuckin westside
It ain't nothing but trues
Real niggaz that payed the dues
Picture me rollin with gay dudes
Nigga please, we g's and dress like we serve keys
On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g's
Down to die for each other
Cause you and i for each other
In a gangster matrimony we brothers
Can't nothing seperate gang
We ganged from intiation to marks
Fuck around and catch she sparks
Cause see no gangsta gang
That i motherfuckin claim
Run ?siegal, money mack,? and mack is you man
I ain't shit without my homeboyz
I ain't nothing without my homeboyz

Yo, this is for the bitches!!
(Beoch)(nigga, just blaze the weed)
(conversation in background)
He just can't tell em apart
So, I hollered at the lil' homey Marl
(Snoop Dogg) I said what the fuck? man
Let's spit this nigga some game
I had a dream of hoes, I had to screen my hoes
I've seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, I'd sure enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come up to the mansion, chill at the stop
>From the way she be blowing, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight and a half, nine and three quarters
The hoes starting callin, when I start boss ballin
Give me some head, give me some cash, give me some ass
Pass it to Daz, pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
And ain't shit new, I thought you knew
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound, DP style
(Chorus)
Now this, this, is, one of them occasions
Where the homey's not doing it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you go find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
Now there's bitches of all kinds, races and creeds
Bitches ain't shit, bitches eat dick
Take a second look, I can't stand a hoe that can't cook
While you betting on niggas, setting on niggas
And you tell 'em all this bullshit, you so in love
Hoe please, I know you didn't think I didn't, no tease
I'm a G, hoe, you should have know now
I'ma holla at you, feena get my dick blown back
And you can do the same thing, the homies don't mind
Just give 'em the word, and they'll be waiting in line (I'm next)
I can see right through you, do you, cause you want to do me
Besides right now I'm in the bitches eating coochie
Psychadelic high, bitch!
Real G's do it like this, and I'm coming through with
A fifth of some bomb ass sticky
Just to get a bomb ass quicky
Niggas like fucking hoes that give 'em hickies
Really? Nigga that's silly, you can't make a hoe a housewife
And I ain't got to tell you twice
How could ya respect ya bitch, before you check ya bitch
Niggas like me and the homies might connect ya bitch
Got diamond studded pimp rings, hoes on the strip man
Lots of cash to get man, lots of game to spit man
It's a pimp thing
(Chorus)
(Kurupt talkin)
I mean, man, I found so many hoes, yuo know
I ran across so many hoes you know
I said 'Yo, baby' 'Yo, my lady' 'Yo, my bitch'
Yo, check it out, yo
All you hoes (All you hoes)
All these bitches now a days
I been noticing motherfuckers, man, I mean
It's like they want to set it off (set it off)
But don't set it off on me, motherfucker (Why?)
I ain't did nothing to you (Did you?)
I want to make you better
I want to include you, baby, in the program (seclude you)
Oh!(oh) But yet in still (yet in still)
You wanna act like a bitch, bitch!(bitch)
Lil' bitch! (Lil' bitch!)
Yo, if you goin' be a bitch, be a bitch
Be a bitch (dont' be no bitch) Be a bitch, bitch!
Lil bitch, I've met so many hoes, so many bitches
What's wrong with these hoes? What's wrong with these bitches?
( I met a skank-ass, skallywag, trick, tramp, hussy, heffer)
I'ma feena let my homeboy Joe Montana speak to the hoes,
Speak to the hoes man,
(Joe Montana)
Oh my god, oh my god, Joe Montana
You know me, Joe Montana, eh listen!(Eh listen!)
Joe Motherfuckingtana got the hoes man,
I got the fucking coochie,
(singing)
I got the coochie and the loochie and I'm fucking em all night
Woke her up again, bitches Godi rollin you up(Bitches!)
I'm fucking hoes up, yeah
Ayo listen, I'm spittin game
Look, eh listen
The only thing I want is you
And if I can't have you, then you can't me
And me is the world, and if you want the world
Then roll, and if you can't roll throught the worst break
Through the worst pop, then you's a fucking hoe, really though

Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Haha, one two, this is what is up, nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool)
What, five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start
How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I'ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3
I got...
Chorus (2x):
(game) This whole world revolves around
(game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you'll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)
It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us
I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game...
Chorus (2x)
One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
One time, yeah I love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out
It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh...
Know what?

Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X-files
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Get your position correct
Get your ammunition correct
The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!)
I got a quarter-key
You wanna to try to stick me for it?
Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?
Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it
Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it
Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Restructure and reshape
Relax or we take all
We make sure we shake all
We shake tame or aim or flame all
A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real
Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!)
I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga Barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?
Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
My raps is lethal
I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo
For the first time comin through
Ain't been a minute yet
Already, cats wanna eye-screw
Plottin to pop you
You don't know me duke
The one that shoot
You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot
That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
See I done paid my dues
Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image
Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute
It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it
Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it
So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin
Either or, it could happen
Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin
I bet next time you stay in a child's place
This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate
If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate
Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga Barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?
You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen
Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in
You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein
If so happen you did that
Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
We got that too comin through a quarter to two
Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew
Mad tight, but that's life
I learned the game
Same cats that you roll with will split your game
See I'm in it for the cheese nigga
Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)
I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated
Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs
And collar clothes impact and enthrone
Gone, zone the dome and then blown
I heard raw before I saw raw before
Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's
Me and my nigga Shawn
What you got weight on your shoulders
The freons gettin colder
Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners
I got a beam on you chest-high
Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
I spreads like bad news
Bitches get played like the blues
Blowin dicks like whistles
Launch like missles
Pop like pistols
And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
Cuz I refuse to chill like EP
I prefer to get high live with the DP
You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle
Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle
It's a storm, form reform your label form
Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm
Kurupt, young Gotti
West Coast, East Coast nigga
Raw doggs
Gimmewhutchagot nigga

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't swith
Like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone...
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on
It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock
Pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way
Kurupt, what up
I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S
It's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti
Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe
You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe
Dump fossils, colossal, I
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
(Just don't stop)
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
(Bounce them switches)
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
('Cause I'ma bust all day)
No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)
1, 2, fuck wit my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door
The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush
Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag
No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun
Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes
Get out! yeah! look here!
We started this pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way
Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy
And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now

- Gangsta
- Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
- Gangsta
- Yeah homie fuck them niggas
- Gangsta
You do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me...
Who are them two niggas that are changin' the game? (Daz and Kurupt)
Fuckin' it up, usin' our name up in vain (something Kurupt)
So whatcha wanna do, let's ride, bang
Up on these other-sided niggas... and ride on the game (There they go!)
I retaliate, in the alley way, on a sunny day (Here we go!)
Blast up on niggas for they tally way, let 'em on they way
Boo-ya-ka, boo-ya-ka, you should've looked before you come out
Boo-ya-ka, boo-ya-ka, you should've looked before you run out (Nigga!)
Who them niggas that are squabblin'?, blast (Kurupt and Daz)
Quick to knock niggas square on they ass (You betta ask)
Yeah them gangsta niggas back wit the smash, so quick, so fast
Drinkin' straight gin outta the glass (Not if that ass)
Look at all them niggas thinkin' that I'm free joke or somethin'
Betta get the steppin' fo' the pump get to pumpin' and dumpin'
Runnin' shit, smashin' shit, reckless, blastin' shit
Dippin' in the cut, not givin' a fuck, you know Daz and Kurupt
We just a
- Gangsta
- Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
- Gangsta
- Yeah homie fuck them niggas
- Gangsta
You do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me...
Look at this shit, I can't believe was goin' down right now
Got a hand, I'm tuckin' 'bout to blast off a couple of rounds
I show you gangsta niggas, T to a T-B, controllin' all of the monopoly
'Opoly-y, nothin' tirin' a "G", stoppin' from boppin' prob' (Probably)
I get the hoes, to throw them 'bows
Top, gangsta'd up, Kurupt and Daz up in this mothafucka! (Fucka!)
And we don't fuck wit bustas and we don't fall fo' you suckas (Suckas)
I keep right from bitches who scream and yell my name
It's D.P.G mothafucka ain't nothin' really changed
...I come through the block and let my system bang
Let the 15 shoves and let the back hang
Smoke out all my fuckin' window like a choo-choo train (Smoke it, smoke it)
Indo what smokin' nigga be like some do-do rang (Gangsta Phil' nigga)
Ahh Yeah! nigga you set some game
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang!
Let it bang nigga
- Gangsta
- Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
- Gangsta
- Yeah homie fuck them niggas
- Gangsta
You do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me... gangstas
All of a sudden niggas got the game fucked up
Luckily, locked up, lookin' fo' a come up
Yeah! niggas they come around here and get fucked up
Scuffed up and touched up and fucked up, Daz and Kurupt
Nigga!
What! gangsta Phil', where the gangstas shoot to kill niggas
Fo' real, bust 'em post say, banana peel niggas
Everything that I talk and walk is so fo' real nigga
You get chalked and default and get killed quickka
I'm 'bout to smash and get my money from these mothafuckas
Dippin' and hittin' switches in my Nike cutlass fuckas
You see we niggas and we runnin' shit from all you suckas
So weed and dick mothafuckaaaaaa!
You see we
- Gangsta
- Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
- Gangsta
- Yeah homie fuck them niggas
- Gangsta
You do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me... gangstas
- Keep blastin' on these suckas niggas
- Gangsta
- Man homie fuck them niggas
- Gangsta
You do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me...
- You see we
- Gangsta, gangsta
- Kurupt and Daz
- Gangsta
- Quick to blast, gangstas, smashin' on suckas, gangstas
- Gangsta
- You know who we are, gangstas
- Gangsta
- Smashin' on all you bitch niggas
- Gangsta
- Gangstas, smashin' on all y'all, we gangstas
Gangstas up in "Gangstaville"
- Gangsta
- Daz, yeah
- Gangsta
- Kurupt
- Gangsta...
- Gangstas
Check this out nigga
It's about time niggas started... recognizin' that gangsta shit
Bumpin' in them trunks, ya know, G-Funk, Ol' Skool to new
Gangsta shit, Fredwreck'difying, Kurupt Young Gotti and that gangsta shit
Daz Dillinger, Bigg Snoop Dogg nigga, that's gangsta shit

Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
we came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
hap hap hap it's on tonight.. Young Gotti!
Take preparation (preparation) meditation (meditation)
Convalescent solo solo psycho store storm and store propane
to roll the game rearrange change rain or snow
but for real explain the exceptional view
With the exception of an exceptional feud I view
Impose the arsonists to burn a bunch, extreme kerosene
Helium dioxide aquanated oxide acquitted lop side
Baby this is it fuck da world
I'ma be the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
Just take position ammunition, convalescent Converse
Where we at first is where we at last, where we last cash
One last toke will make your smoke ride high
I'ma give everything like pushing the button
Now how does it feel when you die for nothing?
Metropolis crumble, apocalypse mo' lines surround and dine
Let loose in at least a Nam, calculate keep time
Finish the World War I've been a star
The knock quiminitar(?), strange and restrain
Retired and rewired, melodically molecules
Strategy and logic enables our positions then points us missiles
All sided equal... deeper than pistols
For instance... unknown the science of forensics
Get your backpacked like ten sticks
Hit like ten sticks hit with the effect of tense ticks inglow(?) sticks
Baby this is it
It's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shootout or fight..
Boop boop hap hap, nigga it's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shootout or fight
Nigga you want war? Yeah right, I'm mic sky like stiletto
Holocaust to high school, roscoe to Vasco
Impossible lives the hospitalized
franchise strip niggas is broke for ranches mansions avalanches
Alarms ring cause harm in court
like platinum and gold
I've sold a whole, explosions hit explode implode
Popped out bodies dropped off on Rider's road
I've seen and foreseen the unseen
and able hardly able to separate the myths from fables
I'ma buy a Baltic while you purchase fireplaces
Poisonous supply and occupy in space
The midnight I could hide the dark until the spark
Light up the night nothing everything in sight
I'ma cross the finish line with both legs broken
Flow coke broken both toke smokin' (wha?)
Daz dilly machine dean two shottie
The life of a party is a live scene
Gastra.. neo kung-fu niastra
Monsoons swarm en route like harpoons
Young black Sinatra analytical ANTRA
a million percent proof bound to found the youth
uncrude uncoil bubble and boil turmoil
Don't specialize and ill crack your bones
Now fuck with that (automatic cardiac attack)
Forced to front in your chest back, (?)no raptor arab(?)
Kuruption! Yeah that's me!
New word to the dome, cyclone stallone
stainless steel momomamamarron(?)
get done cloned and choke in stone
Yeah and thats how we doin this shit
Daz Dilli, Fredwreck, Kurupt the Kingpin Young Gotti
Servin y'all suckers to one inch
Yeah fuck that oohhh!
Straight to the dome nigga phill smoke some sit back
For all the real thugs out there
Meditate penetrate on these suckers
Yeah nigga it's on tonight, fuck da world
fuck da world.. hap hap hap hap hap yeah!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...
G'd up, we're back, that's what i keep hearing
We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)
Better ask your folks about the d-o-double g's
How long could the war last on a warpath?
We're still heat nigga, still signing autographs
Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash
The poetical poltergeist, verbal jerry weiss
Fuck the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest
I fuck around and call it crisis
With preciseness, and precisely this
See we make the shit that precisely hits.
So how soon could you pump up the volume
Hand you your ends and pump up my album
Get yours, i call the fucking holocaust
I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours
Cocking back your name, blasting anything
Yo, tha dogg pound gang, where all the g's hang
It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
G-r, gang related, and we are
We are (fresh)
I spit poison, poisonous darts
I aim, bomb and charge
One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart
Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again
Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed
Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds
Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping
I gotta pinch my self to make sure i ain't dreaming
'cause i just saw the homie bring an m-16 in (booya!)
I fade in to see how baby sparks
No ifs, ands or maybe's, baby barks
Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit
Dpg completely, running through shit
We are (fresh)
Break it down
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking
Sho' shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (kick that shit)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
Party people clap your hands (yeah)
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)
Sho' shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (bitch)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,
Come on, sing it)
It's just a gangsta party
Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic
Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath
And i might go slow, and i might go fast, and i might go burst
Then i might go last, thinking i might not bust
And i just might just blast
Or i might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass
You know i'm the rawest mc with it
Fuck jiggy nigga, i'm dp with it
I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon
Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone
Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind
Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head
Keep busting till he's dead
D-a-z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street
What you got, flame or some heat?
Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (??)
Powerful, strong or weak?
All i know is i drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...
(fresh) we are
Dogg pound, d-a-z, snoop dogg, kurupt, nate dogg
Snoop dogg, dogg pound, d-a-z, kurupt, nate dogg
Soopafly, tray deee, big c style
The homies, anybody, we are o.g.'s, baby g's
D-a-z, he made the beat, 'cause we are...
Dogg pound, dp, death row, yeah, you know it, yeah

Ride, ride
Rough, ride on, ride on
Roll on, roll on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, ride on, roll on
Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
Ride on
This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades
Escapades and charades played
When the stampede stopped
And it continuously Young Gotti
Seen so many bodies
Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he controls and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala
Holla, holla, if you wanna
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files
In the verge, on now listen now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, it's straight mackin'
I keep it crackin'
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me!
I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too
The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
Now what must i do, to get you back
To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology
I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology
This "G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be killin' me and willin' me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the audacity
I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get some ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a killa
And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa
Kill a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my nizzle
I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my money I suggest you run
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps
No details you've just been sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not even a trace
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
Cuz!
Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya
Goldie Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G
Bitch

Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An m-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all i do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, i'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (??)
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
That i'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to get you
So (??) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it
Don't blaze the (??) without the (??)
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch

(gangstas) let's spark up an idea, you know
(gangstas) i don't know why you cats
(gangstas) insist to get involved in our game man
I mean, drug money, thug money, its all funny money to me
You know scared money don't make no money man, so you know
(gangstas) if you scared stay out of the game, baby
Another day, another dollar,
Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the fuck makes life so complicated?
Why they playahatin, 'stead of congratulatin'
One of the homies just bought a new '64
And they mad about it, and talkin bad about
Don't trip 'cause you smoke dubs and he smokes ounces
Your 'fo rolls and his 'fo bounces
Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets
Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets (all that shit)
Roll like biggie, nigga, two glock nines
Any muthafucka whisperin about mine
All i got is, my twelve shottie
I'm a gangsta nigga, kurupt young gotti
Me and gonzoe and capone, with a chrome
And a bone with a zone fucked up gettin blown (yeah)
(don't it feel good to survive another day)
Scared money don't make no money, (heyyyyy)
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, (and uh)
(don't it feel good to survive another day)
(check it out) this fear money don't take no money
('cause uh), scared money don't make no money ('cause uh)
Now i was standin alone against the cold world outside
Without no place to hide, or no will to survive
Thinkin who can i run to? basically
It was the big homie to go get the heat is what it come to
I look around, from the gate i've been down,
But i'm still broke as fuck, depressed and down
Sometimes i fuck around and wish i wasn't here today,
Now here to say sometimes it scares me to feel this way
Ain't there a name for this? ain't there a phrase that fits?
Ain't it called psycho, schizo, paranoia or some shit, trip?
With the mentality of a kid in the village of the damned
Walking through the hood with a gun in my hands
I had plans to be a superstar, rappin the rock,
But all that stopped and dropped once the hammer was cocked
I had to get out of dodge, i ain't tryina hide
I'm just tryin to find a way to stay alive and survive, right (right)
(don't it feel good to survive another day)
Scared money don't make no money, (heyyyyy)
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, (and uh)
(don't it feel good to survive another day)
(check this out) this fear money don't take no money, (whu?)
('cause uh), scared money don't make no money, ('cause uh)
Nigga gotta stay strong 'cause the weak die
Please god separate my life from the bad times, sufferin
Survivin ain't enough to cover it, 'cause i spend to much
Plus i'm scrapin the tops of my pies to make crusts
So kurupt, nigga tell me how i'm 'sposed to feel
Notice my attitude, drinkin, only smokin the real
And it feels so good in the car with us
Lavishly, feel the extasy, bustin a nut
Another day, a nigga worship his weed and alize,
And the pussy i'm fuckin ??
And ain't no scars on my daytons, my shit intact
And that's real candy paint, all original lat'
It's so depressin, a thug with a hustle, no one messes,
And i'm destined i'm kissin my gun so you can bless it, nigga
Another day another dollar
Yeah nigga, it's me, gonzoe
Don't act funny, haha
(suprise) them promises didn't do nothing for me
(suprise) it's time to set ourselves free
(suprise) but as time marches on,
(suprise) the races grow strong, stronger than ajax
(suprise) and niggaz wanna be free, but they still watch tv
(suprise), even though they can't see
(suprise) and our chinese brothers don't cop no pleas
(suprise), for they're into unity isn't that
(suprise) the way we want to be? but the man
(suprise) watches the music, 'cause the black people are confused
(suprise) conquered and divided, tricked and undecided
(suprise), and the good guys are there
(suprise), with slugs (heyyyy) in the air but the rain still falls
(suprise) and the (chorus) sun still rises and the man man

I just got paid, it's Friday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end
Gimme what cha got, move somethin for me
Show me what ya got, shoot something for me
Who got the Henn? Who got the bud?
Stash, slash, hazel hash
Hit me with the world dog
Keep them cuffs on your girl dog
I'm a major majority, of this party
Gangsta party, Kurupt Young Gotti
Cuz ain't nuttin else to do
And when Friday hit, my day hit
See, it's all left up to you
It's your choice when Kurupt step up to you
I just got paid, it's Friday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end
Ain't nothin else for me to do besides dip
Goin through it homie like it just ain't shhh
Now that I'm here, where you....at
Front to up, down, to back to front round the back
Okay let's say, you can do it your way
I'ma do it my way
Project to borough, today to tomorrow
Escapade to parade, expressway to highway
The freeway to tristate, 101045
Turn to 95, this side ride
Saturday's always the best of me
Cuz the whole day ain't nothin but rest to me
I got ladies hittin me cuz they just wanna chill
Perfect requirements in a safe environment
Like what's that poppin at the top of the hill
Where it's always poppin like hits and villes
I just got paid, it's Saturday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end
Sunday nights and it ain't no fights
The homie just added up at the Dogg House
Where everything was great it was 2008
Like a dream with a bottle and everything's fine
And Nate he started blowin on the mic
And Butch he started blowin on the mic
And G he started blowin on the mic
Dogg Pound Gangstaz all day and all night
I just got paid, it's Sunday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again

Yeah right, i ain't no motha fucking hoe
My home girl a hoe
Shit nigga, i got my own shit
And i'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but shit. . .
Just another day sunny c-a-l, try to pass and tell,
I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell,
But whats this?
This nigga actin just like the bitch,
Cause he like the bitch,
He just like the bitch,
Your girl ain't nothing but a bitch leavin messages on all on nigga's service,
You actin jus like the hoe,
Actin' like he don't know,
The all-mighty, ball-blowing, like jaws a lil lower.
You hit the spot?
Perfect bitch,
Ever seen your bitch when she slurp on dicks?
With that birth mark right on her upper thigh,
With a mouth like that i don't sympathize,
She do things with her mouth you gotta see wit your own two eyes bitch nigga
Actin surprised,
See daz beat the cock,
But you love the bitch,
See be eatin dicks and you kissin the bitch,
You know. . .that i know. . .that your gyrlfriend, is a hoe,
I know. . .that you know. . .that your gyrlfriend, is my hoe.
I want it blow,
Get it on.
Drop 6-6 on 5 hoes nigga its on.
Cadillac domes,
Magnum and chromes,
Put it, strap it on,
Dont take it off more than 3 days it'll (??)
Get the whole tip of your dick burned off,
Fuck around with that bitch of yours,
She's no different from the rest of the whores.
Might be nasty, unclassy, sassy, untrustworthy plastic bitch.
And you got the nerve to fall in love with the bitch,
And actin' like your ballin captain fall in love with a bitch,
Now you know about the girl that you chose to love,
Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from k-dubb.
Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for the smokin up.
In the cut, take this game and start soakin up.
Hookin' up with jesus what i see,
While daz takin' your bitch upstairs i be,
Waitin' to fuck the bitch my goddam self,
With 18 rubbers, cause your bitch is hazardes to my health.
And you know, like i know, that your trick ass, skanky ass bitch is a hoe
Any nigga can get the pussie, (nah i don't think so)
All it takes is some time, (yeah that's right!)
You can hit it like you want it, (uhhhh)
Hit up or from behind.
You aint stickin that big dick up in my ass uh-uh, that shit looks ferousis.
Oh i'm straight nigga. pelase be-weave-it
Shut the fuck up bitch,
Eat a dick bitch,
Eat a bowl of shit bitch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws.
Take a pill bitch, chill bitch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussy in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch.

Ride wit us, who ride wit us
Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us
Who ride wit us
When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day
Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
Diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and rough but it's never too much
Daz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
Ak front to the back cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
To rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman
We rippin it up, we be givin it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)
Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
Scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird
I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamond
Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin switches a couple toys
Retirin ? a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
Spit off, set off, spun off the chest
Off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster daz and kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us
I'm tired of this (this) i'm tired of that (daz)
I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap
G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
Up and down stairs beats everywhere i go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
On the corner chippin the curb and any busta
Get close enough we servin
Homey don't get nervous
Beware, daz kurupt fool beware
Rippin it up fool so you better beware
Of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
You and your all crap crew get bruised up
I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
And pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime
Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
Forty-five, tec nines blast or hit em up

[Intro]
Yeah
Los Angeles, California
(Fuck y'all niggaz)
You now rockin' with the West
Stacey Adams, ha ha
Kurupt Young Gotti, Eastwood
Death Row, through it all, nigga
Smashin' on you bustas, for the 'double 0-4
Yeah, I see you, what up homie?
You know what time it is - let me do it to 'em
[Stacey Adams]
Niggaz hate me, fuck 'em though, I'm hot like a sauna
Niggaz talkin' shit, get prepared for the - karma
Thirty shot clip, hollow tip's, and a - warmer
'61 Chevy, chrome D's bend a - corner
Watch your back when you come to Cali-fornia
This the first and the last time I'm gon' - warn ya
I see you niggaz gettin' scared, my gun go 'pop'
Motherfuckers know I'm aimin' for the head - yeah
You motherfuckers actin' like - us
Stacey got the whole spot packed full of - Bloods
Growin' purple with the yak in they - cups
Stacey and Kurupt 'bout to go platinum - plus
You don't wanna get your boy smacked - up
Blue and red rags in the club, that's - us
I'm from the Eastside Pacoma, run up on you
Motherfucker put your hands up, turn yo' ass around
I'm in the lab with the big homie - Keeter
Smash out, beat 12's like - 'see ya'
Twenty G's when I swipe the platinum - Visa
Black Angels cap, all black - Fila's
Spittin' hot like the boy got the - fever
I got the shank, Eastwood got the - heater
I got a pocket full of big faced - bills
Twenty G's with your bitch ass - skill
[Eastwood]
I'll step in the party, I got my own dank
Own drank, own bank, Bentley Phantom, full tank
My persona is top rank - when my heart feel shank
So I keep a automatic weapon, goin' hard in the paint
You niggaz ain't right
Go soft on a bitch, I'll make some tricks
So break bread or fake dead, we the gang bitch, uh
Let's get it crackin' homie, show me your game face
I'll put a nigga in his place, see what the game rate
Sixteen balls of fire, it's hot lava
With thirty-two balls of heat, I'm on fire
I like them bad hoes in the wife - beaters
I only roll with the O.G. - Keeter
We in the black Lambourgini, two - seater
Strapped up with two cannons, some know 'em as heaters
Original gustapo, Death Row's the label
So catch a fare when I get jumped like cables
[Kurupt]
Elastic, little plastic imitations
And drastic tactics for blastin', clappin', snappin' nigga
I like a bitch in a bomb wife - beater
I'll roll the streets with my O.G. - Keeter
Straight Crippin' in a blue two - seater
If you gotta be the bitch, you don't - need her
All hood nigga, neighborhood - Rollin'
See faulty and the homies start - foldin'
Everything in the vicinity from - Rollin'
I've been runnin' shit since the '9 - fever
Keeter gunnin' shit with the 'fo - fever
I humped up the shit quick with the - nina
Lisa Left Eye changed her name to - N.I.N.A.
One hit record, I'ma fuck - Trina
Stacey Adams in a all red Phantom
Classic interaction from the nickel's and mack's
Elastic, little plastic imitations
And drastic tactics from blastin' and clappin', snappin'
Seattle Mariners hat to the left, not the back
I'ma curse, with a paltered verse of words
Seperate the whole formula first
Second, I'll leave niggaz in a coma
I'm Gotti Adolf Hitler, nigga - boa
You ain't gon' show the bitch, let me - show her
[Hook: Keith Roc]
We some riders, up in here
This straight West Coast, we spit fire
We some riders, up in here
This straight West Coast, we spit fire
We some riders, up in here
This straight West Coast, we spit fire
We some riders, up in here

Keep it hood...
[Chorus:]
Always seems to be, something in the past, won't let me go
Always seems to be, something in the past, won't let me live
[Verse 1:]
Two niggas came together
Trying to get their game together
Separate and change directions
Separating chain selections
Now they in separate sections
Always used to ride together
Slide and get high together
Used to always make it happen
One was stuntin, one was clappin
Now they both feeling trapped and
Used to bang Eric Clapton
Everyday in every way
Smoking each and everyday
Dumped to Curtis Mayfield on a load of Layla Hathaway
This is what I have to say
I remember... you don't stay down with me, but fuck it
Whatever's gonna be, just let it be, don't just say nothing
Soon as I do something for me to get a little further
Everybody wanna trip like I didn't deserve it
Now when I see niggas like two or three years later
They still ain't got over the fact that I'm making some paper
Stop tripping boy what's done ain't no changing up
Glocks spitting boy it's done ain't no changing up
All over the past
[Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Nigga, let the past go
Stop tripping nigga, before a nigga have to start chipping niggas
Before a nigga have to get to chipping niggas,
Get to busting niggas, like fuck them niggas
In the middle of the warzone it happens
All the games is over, full metal jackets
I ain't tripping y'all, all about the cash
That's all a nigga 'bout, from the inside to out
I run amok nigga, don't give a fuck nigga
Suge and Kurupt nigga, don't give a fuck nigga
I roll the streets nigga, cock back the heat nigga
Y'all niggas weak nigga, nickels spreading leak niggas
You know about Gotti, run up on anyone
You helped create me nigga, stop trying to quake me nigga
I'm 'bout to toss fire, since I ain't a dog
Reborn to rebirth of a pure hog
Fuck the past nigga!
[Chorus]
[Over Chorus:]
Right after that
Something about the past nigga
You know... shit...
Know what I'm saying
It's like they told me, it's natural
Know what I mean? roll with niggas for so long
You know, but when I go and do something for myself
You know, shit... I used to smash for y'all
Something about that past man
Niggas don't know how to let shit go, just roll
Know what I mean?
You gotta love me for who I am
Fuck the past (my ups and down)
If it's not positive nigga, fuck the past
Know what I'm saying, nigga (my rights and my wrongs)
Mark Sparks these niggas is bitches
Sup Dave
Oh man, tell these niggas man
Always seems to be, in the past nigga, won't let me live, let me live

Yeah, My Life
Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad
(The life I live) (Yeah..)
Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie
Back in the days
Growing up in the hood
Run-ning those silly streets
Always up to no good
Were up all night...
And sleep all day
The strangle and find a way to get payed
The life I live...
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends
8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated
21 I finally made it-hope flows-life driffs-money wastes-blood drips
Learn a little bit, earn a little more
A close mouth don't defend dip behind doors
This is my insurence just to reinsure
Its hard to exist, in this existence
Pistol blazing fifths in this existence
I tra-vel a million miles just so-I can see
A million in one miles, a million in one thousand
Casin',
and-carry the case just like grates in waist sell fates in my states
Imperial game, help you survive except with the imperial aim
To shoot through clouds, be a little quite
You just to loud, you need a silencer
You bust to loud
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Yeah I remember-Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends
Broken down-taken up-dropped off-knocked off-grow up-blew up
What now-shut down-shackled, chains singled out blame
Wit-Not enough heart, to stand up for
I ain't got a pistol pointed whatcha hand up for
Gave up lost cars as something we fighting for lost following crowds
Look at a nigga now, it doesn't matter whos wrong or right I guess
Long as you fight for yours with all might I guess
This whole confutation, to much stress
Wars for the wrong reasons how our mamas looking at me
How the hoods looking at me badder-or-good looking at me
Mellowing up the shy day play by me
I'm something ya'll never you wanna grow up to be
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, D-P-G
Sincerely to you paragraph by me
Young Gotti
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Without-my family and friends the way lifes starts and how they end
What a day, why trip, I've been living to much of my life on the hit
Hop, the 6-4 round the block
When all the homies use to bang playin it rock
Get ya game together, learn and earn
More abaration and less street concern
A penny sayer, is million in a year
I'll be busting til' theres no feeling in your ear
Moves calculated,
Just a sneak peek for the homies push mad dogs threads in U-Neek
I don't know why they playing fo',
I got feeling bout what we-be spaying fo'
Theres a time for everythang, trust me homie
Don't try to over sell me or under cut me homie
Keep it on the run and you'll reach the two
And to all the real homies this ones for you
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Yeah with-my family and friends its the way lifes starts and the ways they end
(The life I live..)
Yeah, My life (The life I live)
Kurupt Young Gotti (Yeah...)
(The life I live..)
(The life I live)
(The life I live..)

Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real
(Wha, what, what)
(This is what you get when you get this shit)
(This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it)
(This is what you get when you, to-kin' it)
(Wha, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt)
(Deuce is wild motherfucka)
Raise the roof up,
You hear the truth from Buck
Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all,
I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun,
Feels like a body slam
God damn, elemental styles get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya roll,
Sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe
I'ma back slap her throat
What, raise the roof up,
Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up,
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedos
Tornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons,
Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks
The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks
Or you get all bombed drop
Where ya pistol punk?,
Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked
Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp,
Then stripped ah all ya shit
Bust it's penetrated
Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt nigga,
I'm fuckin' out nigga
Survivin' a drought nigga
It's like that Buck and Kurupt
Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, nigga what
We about to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to light shit up
You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga
You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird
G'd up, D-P-G-C'd up, O-G-C'd up original gun clappin'
No captains, no officials,
Nuthin' but niggas and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga
Pop the pistol,
Launch the missile
Let is whistle
Let it blow nigga
Let these niggas know nigga
Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to tear shit up
It's two shots the deuce is wild
As the clouded smoke, fill up the air
Buck wid the red eye stare,
Should I stare,
Hell motherfuckin' yeah
Almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal flare
You better beware, or get,
Hit in ya waist for, wastin' time
Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind
Metal to the bone, crack ya bone
Travel up ya spine up to ya dome
Follow me home,
On a mission where we bone,
Sick niggas wear ski masks
Duck when we blast
Old school shit smoke grass,
Fill up the glass and the shit splash,
On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete,
Take it to the swap meet, cock heat,
Drop top two seat
You can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor
One two three nigga
I'm gettin' dusted,
In the back of a six hundred
Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it
All I want's my cash, and my bundles
Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel
In Philly respect, Gotham motherfucka
You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfucka?
Hit the form then rock,
Bitches in flocks
Watch in the cut
Buckshot and Kurupt
Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt,
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, nigga what
We about to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to light shit up
Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the glock
Nigga shit don't stop
Nigga what, we about to light shit up
Nigga what, we about to tear shit up
Tear shit up nigga what
We about to light shit
Nigga what (Buckshot)
Tear shit up (Shoot 'em down)
We about to light shit up
(Valentino)
Young Gotti (Kurupt)
(Buckshot), the bee bee eyed
Nigga what you got?
You fake ass motherfuckas
Nah what I'm sayin'
Broke niggas,
Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm,
We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows

[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
Whatchu say baby?
You wanna get down?
You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
The Gargamill is in your ear
Rappin' in your ear
On WBALL (Balls)
It's not on your radios
Your radio is not really on
If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on)
[Phats Bossi]
Who's the misfit stompin' through your district?
Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the shit?
Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man
The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper
Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker
What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks
You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing yet
The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues
Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs
See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate
[Kurupt]
Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy
Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies
Listenin' to Gotti at five
I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls
Young balls hog; a millon words a minute
A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_
Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump
And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up
If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up
Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up
or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at
Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack
What up ROC?
[Repeat 1]
[R.O.C.]
I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next
The name ain't debate when they conversate the best
Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya)
I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs
Then tell him something (What?)
I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer
No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains
Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring
I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?"
Partna, what's poppin', rock cockin', double glock
And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio
Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah)
My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh)
I suggest you adjust your vest position
Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin'
And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on
I'm on your radio
[Repeat 1]
[Phone rings]
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's speaking?!
[RZA]
Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106
But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio"
I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin'
Let me hear that heater go!
[Radio DJ]
Thank you!
[Phone rings]
[Radio DJ]
This is KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio"
I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy
Keep it bangin'!
[Radio DJ]
Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something
[Phone rings]
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it
[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have here folks?!
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz
It's going down
[Phone rings]
[Radio DJ]
Hot-line, who is this?!
[Queen B]
What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs

Come to ?? and bank
Where the ?? is ??
And fly, pelican, fly
Fly away
Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street
It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat
Hollow tip ??
Soopafly, psychotic
Super Sonic
With a little bit of chronic
Can't have a phone, nigga
Without the hydrolics
Can't purchase no powder
Without the cauliflower
Holly Colly, high power
Bangin' with the homies
Bustin' on bustas
Dumpin' on cowards
The homies said move to left, home boy
hit your chest
Knock out, hold your breath, home boy
W's for the West, home boy
E is for the East, home boy
D-A-Z and Soopafly
Motherfucker, Priest, home boy
My niggas
Blaze a ounce
Hit the stage
Bitches strip
Niggas bounce
All my Dogg Pound niggas better...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back better...
Make some noise!
All the bitches in the front better...
Make some noise!
All my homies all over the world...
Make some noise!
All my niggas all over...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back better...
Make some noise!
All my niggas down with us...
Make some noise!
Everybody around the world...
Make some noise!
Process of elimination
Total devastation
Total world domination
Struck determination
Capitations
Determination
To injure the nation
And leave a whole half of the world...
With a million decapitations
With no hesitation
Fast!
Blast with the homies
It's all set to blast
To bust a nigga, touch him
Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin'
It ain't shit
See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit
So you fall cause you're hit
(Aww shit!!)
And your homies get to runnin'
another nigga still gunnin'
Got a pistol, fool?
You know the rules of the hood
Q's, that's on you
You know the rules of the hood
I'm a G fa sho
D.P. fa sho
From the back to the middle
To the front of the door
You got a Cadillac Seville?
I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill
Now, nigga, how you feel?
All my niggas clockin' paper...
Make some noise!
All my Dogg Pound niggas...
Make some noise!
All my gang bang niggas...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from South Central...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from Philedelphia...
Make some noise!
All my niggas from Jersey...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in Atlanta...
Make some noise!
If you down with Kurupt, would you...
Make some noise!
Nigga, what?
You're just a space invader
Takin' up all the space, motherfucker!
and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces
when it takes place
Y'all never know it takes place
Little busta in disguise
I can see it in your eyes
I ain't hatin'
Fool... What's crackulatin'?
Is it sex or glocks
Money for rhymes or rocks?
All my home boys with 9's in they hands
Put them in the air
Bust like you just don't care
This the Terror Dome
Home, sweet, home
For the chrome
Pack your homies
With the foes
And all gold in the bones
Hit the strip club
Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed
What the fuck?!
They love Kurupt!
But I don't give 'em a sip
It ain't because they don't deserve it
It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin'
And if Kurupt make 'em bounce
Indeed, I make 'em bounce
And blaze the weed
And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce
If you down with Kurupt, would you...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back, won't you...
Make some noise!
If you down with this shit, won't you...
Make some noise!
Put your hands on the side and...
All my niggas in the back, would you...
Make some noise!
Everybody all around, won't you...
Make some noise!
And all my real, live niggas, won't you...
Make some noise!
Everybody down with ??, would you...
Make some noise!
Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed
Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed
On a one-to-one one day
In ??'s car
Like, "What up, Dogg?"
"Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw"
Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is
Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Slump me and bump me
Pull out a pump and pump me

"yo man, i don't think they heard you
Won't ya tell em what your name is?" -
"daz, kurupt.."
Aight everybody get on the ground right now
Yeah, this is not your money this is insured by the federal government
So this is not your money, don't move
Don't be a hero, and you won't get blown the fuck up right now
Yeah, aight y'all we got three minutes
Startin now let's keep it rollin
Hit the bank from the back
Double the trouble, forcin my entry
The first nigga that i saw, shot him in the jaw
Xzibit started stompin him and so did we (get down bitch)
Aww shit, about time we started dumpin on security
High society -- takin what's mine
Snatchin each purse after purse -- for every nickel and dime
Premeditated created by the scorn and the hate
But i made ma, the big time, lights and the shine
It's a full scale war -- everybody bear arms
Wear body armor, national arms
Dip away to get away -- sirens alarms screamin
Yellin out, "hell demons of war"
Hell hounds that surround the wells fargo browns
No tomorrow, hollow, harness rounds
Take a sip of your perrier
To pay, i'ma dump like a dumptruck, scramble to make my escape
Dat nigga daz, shootin so nothin else come in
I'm shootin in the opposite direction, we closed in
Shells spread nigga -- because we can do the work
First things first -- like snoop, i'ma shoot the clerk
And i did -- now it's time to split -- get nigga get
(let's go) dumpin and shoot the hostages
Soopafly outside in the ride
Bout to start shootin everything that he see outside
Loose cannons, face covered with bandanas
Chrome pieces - motherfuck the police
It's everybody killers on mine
If i ever get caught for crime, won't be doin federal time
Loose cannons, face covered with bandanas
Chrome pieces - motherfuck the police
It's everybody killers on mine

[Chorus One/Intro:]
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot
Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute
Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz...
I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes
life so great, plus haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles
Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down
Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)
Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em
in The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams
There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes
I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)
Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first
The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
The mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute'
Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop
I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke
Crack to amphetamines to speed
I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine
to leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen
[Chorus Two:]
These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me
Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me
Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency
So drift with me, hit a spliff with me
[repeat]
Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack
Young Gotti entered the party from the back
Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve
on the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday
Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed
Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be
Verbal homicide be ready to rupture
Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure
I make money, cause that's all I know how to make
That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes
I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)
Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots
They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume
I live illegal, but they assumed too soon
I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat
I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat
It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded
Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh
There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me
or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani
I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist
with tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards
[Chorus One: x2]
[Chorus Two: x2]
These motherfuckin bitches...
These motherfuckin niggaz... fool...
Don't you know... say what, say what?
Who? Who?
[Chorus One: x2]
Daz, in the house, yeah
My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah
Snoop Dogg, is in the house
And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house

Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga.
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately.
The minu-The minute y'all land I'll put some, some,
some armor in ya hand, ya heard?
Ya heard me and ?? need to do that interview immediately.
This is Nore, man. 917-699(?) cool, one.
End of Message
Where's the Gangsta?
Again...DJ Lethal (Babyyyyyyyy!)
Kurupt Young Gotti (Nigga!)
Holocaust (Fredwreeeeeck!)2000 baby
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Nore that's my nigga
He don't aske for nothin, he blast for somethin, yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Five fly high to the sky
Let it off homie yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Cus I'm criminal minded
Blinded, by sonic booms
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Clear the room
Hashies clouds like mushroom
This is it...(smoke)
Spit fire, never retire
High heat for higher
The whole repetouir
Even though I don't wanna be, I'm a star
Touchin on Moon and Mars
Fuck the cars
Diamonds, they don't excite me
Feuds ignite me
Fire fight me it's on
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Don't say shit about Eminem or Snoop or Dre
Fell the fire this way, yeah
Ya got somethin to say about me say it
Cus I'm squattin this shit between me and DMX muthafucka
Fuck y'all niggas, All y'all niggas
Bounce or get bust on
Blid, The homies'll rush on 'em
Drop of a dime, So get the fuck on
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Pull ya slates in 'fo we go post up at the Bates Inn, suckas
(See we just don't give a fuck)
Eminem got a message to spread "Feel the force of the desert dust"
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Penitentiary chances is a must
And in God we trust
So pop back, or you pop that
Stop and drop that
I'm in the front where the actions at for your soft cats
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Handle it
Most of these sideline bustas skanless
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Terrorist, mount-a-mode nigga like Mount Everest
(See we just don't give a fuck)
Keep away major
Fuck a cell phone catch me on my two way pager
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Fuck y'all niggas
The Gold Par niggas, Sawed off y'all niggas
Catch me, niggas tryin to stretch me
Like elastic to get wrapped like plastic, Teflons
Dome from my right palm, a niggas gone
Fuckin with the thunder dome's on
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Pull ya slates in 'fo we go post up at the Bates Inn, suckas
(See we just don't give a fuck)
Eminem got a message to spread "Feel the force of the desert dust"
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Penitentiary chances is a must
And in God we trust
So pop back, or you pop that
Stop and drop that
I'm in the front where the actions at for your soft cats
(See we just don't give a fuck)
I'ma show something that you neva seen if you know what I mean
It be a G straight mobbin with a gangsta lean
You neva seen a G so clean if you know what I mean
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
I'ma show something that you neva seen if you know what I mean
It be a G straight mobbin with a gangsta lean
You neva seen a G so clean if you know what I mean
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Capone my nigga
He don't ask for nothin, he blast for somethin, yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Five fly high to the sky
Let it off homie yeah
(See we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Cus I'm criminal minded
Blinded, by the science
Metaphysical alliance
Subliminal, intricate in a dome alliance
It's all in the mind ?matrictional? defiance
Make a nigga malfunction like an appliance
Systems fryin
Neva catch me on the ground, nigga catch me flyin
Keep on, keep it on, nigga keep on tryin
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Pull ya slates in 'fo we go post up at the Bates Inn, suckas
(See we just don't give a fuck)
Eminem got a somethin to spread "Feel the force of the desert dust"
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Penitentiary chances is a must
And in God we trust
So pop back, or you pop that
Stop and drop that
I'm in the front where the actions at for your soft cats
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Yeaaaaah
To all my assassins out there
?Porslin?, DoggHouse
Dogg Pound Riderrrrrrrs
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Ha ha ha, and all the homies
(See we just don't give a fuck)
East to West Coast, Ha!
This the time of the Gladiator, Aha!
Ghetto South to up North,
We all one, in hip hop

Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh
You think you was bad cause you had a Jag
It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry.
It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry.
I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry)
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy
Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion
I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex
Bouncin to Jigga in California
It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest
Silly how frequently they contest
I done toured across the seas and been across the world
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs
It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone
Leave a real diva to her own, alone
I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars
Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on
Suckas
This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps
Don't make me remind you I stays VIP
Move over for all my dime piece
All of my G's hustlers and pimps
With shiny wrists, making money
cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss
Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard
One thing's for sure, G's hit the door
Tone and Poke know Natina does not play
when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say
Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill
From East coast to West the unforgettable skills
Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red
Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs
Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops

[Children speaking]
Jimmy Bones
[Kurupt & Roscoe]
Oh yeah, this is really, really real baby
Really, really real, yeah
Let me tell ya something, J-I-M-M-Y
This is about a real nigga, real nigga
Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
[Hook]
They say the J-I-M-M-Y the B-the O-N-E-S, it's Jimmy
Jimmy Bones motherfucker, it's Jimmy
Get cha' chrome motherfucker, it's Jimmy
They say the J-I-M-M-Y the B-the O-N-E-S, it's Jimmy
Jimmy Bones motherfucker, it's Jimmy
Get cha' chrome motherfucker, it's Jimmy
[Verse 1]
This is a tale, a serious tale
About a real motherfucker with a serious bale
With a serious limp, conversation of a pimp
Big Jimmy Bones, in a class of his own
He used to roam around the streets with a driver to drive him
And always kept a heated nigga right beside him
Jimmy Bones, he used to take care of home
Take care of his own, my nigga Jimmy Bones
You know what they say nigga (What's that)
Everything turns full circle
And the closest to you always hurts you
Hop out the cars and bail down the streets
Helpin' families to eat, like it's supposed to be
Back stabbers, they come a dime a dozen
They can be as close to you as your brothers and cousins
Take the nigga out the hood but not the hood out the nigga
Twittlin' the switch blade, Jimmy Bones nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This is a tale, a serious tale
About a serious nigga with a serious bale
With a serious limp, he's a serious pimp
Jealous niggas might try to twist up
Twist a pimp, try to twist shit like licorice sticks
Mad at what they don't have, mad at what they do get
Actin' like niggas really do shit
Shit, bust just like a Mercedes
Jimmy Bones, got all the ladies
But dames is nothin'
Look, let me show ya something
All that really mattered to J.B. was home
His woman super bad, Misses Jimmy Bones
His homie came with game, so refreshin' and fine
Jimmy said, that's yo dream, that ain't mine
Tryin' to take him out the hood with plots and schemin'
Jimmy said you can go, I ain't never leavin'
Ol' sucker ass nigga in cahoots with the police
Crooked than a motherfucker, tryin' to control the streets
So they twisted up, ol', slim Jim
And so you ain't get twisted, made em' all join in
That's the police for ya, crooked as a lawyer
And really can't do a got damn thing for ya
When he went to the meeting, his homies there, the police there
Another nigga there, his woman there the only one that cares
But still, twist went down
Oh shit, niggas better watch out now
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Jimmy's revenge, he's been gone for years,
It's been known for years
And since Jimmy's been gone
Everybody's done grown
Houses and homes, some have four kids
And some planned for a future to have more kids
Some doin' the same shit, and some petrified
All except one better be glad Jimmy died
Threw Jimmy a bomb and still stayin' down
The soul still roams around through the Earth underground
Hell hounds nigga, lives ain't worth a quarter
Livin' life through animals, mothers, and daughters
This spot, you'll never ever touch again
You'll never leave once you walk in to Jimmy's Revenge
Yeah niggas Jimmy's back again
And this is a tale, a serious tale
About a serious nigga that you took for a joke
Thinkin' that a nigga was playin'
And deep inside, I can hear Jimmy's conscience sayin'
Am I overreactin', how am I supposed to be actin'
I feel like I should take more action
I found a new Bonnie and she's a loaded magnum
Yeah I love my heater, it's a fatal attraction
The dead don't die
But you will thinkin' that the lead won't fly
The truth will be known, exposed, and displayed
Eventually, for now I'm just sharpenin' my blade
You messin' with the J-I-M-M-Y the B- the O-N-E-S

[Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga, nigga
No disrespect to you East coast
The West coast we got heat too
We gon' keep it real G'd up
(Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt)
[Verse One]
Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
I'm a rider, dat's why I got that tat
And a provider, jazz got a lot I ain't had
I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify
Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences
[Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]
Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney
[?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
It was because I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me
[Kurupt]
Pistol's my specialty, and uh
I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh
Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh
I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
Hey girl, what the fuck's the deal? And uh
You want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uh
Sixty-four Chevy's all on D's, and uh
Overdosin to West coast MC's, and uh
And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
Since I [?] opposition position switch the game
Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropper
Tanqueray and vodka
One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
I'ma keep it gangster y'all, fuck what the rest say
Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese
So please pay attention, this street shit is serious
My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods
Contact your label, bring your best artists-es
Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit
Entourage rider, we eatin Budweiser
Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
(The hustlin is hard) Break 'em down nigga
(It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what
(We say the hustlin is hard) Please let's roll these suckers
(It get rough and get it tough in my yard)

[Kurupt]
I'm more than intelligent, I'm more like irrelevant
I ain't nothin' that you see
It's just you and me and the street
It's just him and her and the heat
I don't need to watch the clock
I'm a ox, I'm Hussein, pure butane
I'm theory, I'm clearly scientific
It's just another cool night in Los Angeles
Might as well go by the hood and just ride
I don't know how it is on yo' side (yo' side)
I used to get high, ride, when we drive by
Ridin' high as a high rise
Clip my syndrome, nickels pierce the sky
Fly and territorial, all hood breed, what we need
Look, nothin' but G's and a stolen Caprice
Just a little bit of hood in your life
Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right
[Chorus: Kurupt] - X 2
Just a little bit of hood in your life (ride by)
Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right (let's ride)
Let me show you what we doin' back home (back home)
From the '4s to the Phantoms to the Broughams (let's ride)
[Roscoe]
Young, semi-somatic, with matic fullies
I'm a asshole bully, my afro wooly
Young, black, and strapped
Cause when them guns clack and clap
Weenie niggaz jump up and run track
Run up on a young mack, with a pistol in your back
I'll put you on your back, buried up under the map
My brain in flames, burnin' up under my cap
My gang insane, burners up in all of our 'Llacs
Slap the clip in - snap, click, tap the trigger
And 'pap-pap' a nigga, clap his click and smash and dip
We mix the weed with embalming fluid and hash
But before you pass it, ash the tip you ashy bastard
I'm a classy classic hood monster
Jurassic with gats made by NASA
Yeah, it's Y.A., Young Assassins, we young and mashin'
Quick to run up and dump and blast on they punkasses
[Chorus: Kurupt] - X 2
Just a little bit of hood in your life (ride by)
Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right (let's ride)
Let me show you what we doin' back home (back home)

Yeah, uh, hahaha, B-Boy shit, we don't stop, stop
Have fun, have fun, ha-ha-have fun
That's how we get it down
Likwit crew sound
You might find me wylin out at your local club
Or hangin out at your local pub
Stealin bottles from the bar, sendin bitches as decoys
Me and my Alkaholik Likwit B-Boys
Staggerin, pissy drunk, gettin that freaks
Rush the DJ, make him play some of my beats
Ladies stop and stare
They see Swift over there
But my girls in here
So I quickly disappear (where)
Spanish night at the Casa
Dancin with freaky mammies on X, high and drunk tryna salsa
Pop my collar, twist my change it's the ? ?
Kick a little game and add your name to my roster
Out to the next jam
Let the bouncer know exactly who I am
This is Likwit fam (better believe it)
All out of dress code, no I.D's
And we all gettin in for free
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun
Have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun
Have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
We just wanna have
Real wit that's what I'm about
I like real wit fun that's what I'm about
I like real wit fun that's what I'm about
I like real wit fun that's what I'm about
All I really need coke, brew and weed
Till I'm nice and keyed, oh yes indeed
And some fine chickadees, yeah gots my steeze
I asked the homie out ? and he quickly agreed
Hey girl, you're coming over right after my show
You and me on the floor buttnaked like D'Angelo
Now that's fun, and that's fun
We fresh off the bottle of the Applety rum
Goin shoppin wit you, nah that ain't fun
Eatin dinner wit your parents, nah that ain't fun
Playin with the two's, yeah that's fun
But I really ain't into ballets
You know how I like to have fun
Please be believin
I have the most fun with my ? in your ?
Till you stop breathin, chokin
I be provokin B-Boys to act fool from Diago to Oakland
So what you gon' do, what you gon' do
When my Likwit crew come ?? all over you
Have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
Have fun, have fun, have fun
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
Have-have-have fun
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
Have-have-have fun
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun
Have-have-have fun
Have fun, have fun, have fun, have-have-have fun
We just wanna have, I just wanna have, yeah
Make em bounce to it
And I just wanna have, have
Yeah, it's time to hit the spot, it's a quarter to six
Ain't nuttin on my mind but pussy and chicks
Harlem bitches thinkin bout it, chips in the dicks
Strip clubs, peanuts
A lotta extra liquor, port and the pina colada
House parties after hours come to my spot
Grab all your hands, sip tequila and peach schnapps
Girl y'all can have a bar and we can have fun
Wanna have two, one for her, one for you
Ain't nuthin like it, just can't you see
And I love it when the ladies love each other for me
And have fun, bitch
Ay yo, ? Tash we havin fun
I live my life on the run
I'm running from these sprung bitches with a knife and a gun
The ho's we love em where I'm from
I live in ocho uno ocho
We pull em to the curb and put the cocks up in the choko
Smoke so much weed you might think clouds are formin
But we straight up Alkaholiks, straight up live performers
Baggin ?, all yours is stuck on minimal
Ya fools can't get nowhere cos y'all be runnin with them criminals
We have fun from sun up to sun set
We scoober divin ?, all that shit we ain't done yet
We just ? off weed, who the fuck wanna get it
Cos life ain't really life if you ain't havin fun wit it
Have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun, have-have-have fun
We just wanna have fun, have fun, have fun, have fun

[Kurupt]
First line when up
Second line set forth
Third line of tactic
It's like that nigga
Gangsta shit, Frewrecktifying all the time
Tray Deee, Tray Deee such a way G call him Tray G
Now what chou gonna be about that?
Eastsidaz, West Coast, Dogg Pound Gangsta-ville Crippin
[Tray Deee]
You don't wanna see us when we kick up dust
Tray Deee, X-man, and Kingpin Kurupt
Stay givin it up, stray Crippin and Chucks
Straight sippin with blunts and not givin a fuck
DPG'd up, first niggas to dump
Soldiers slash cash in over for the bitches I bust
Dog ‘em out and talk ‘bout how I touched the guts
Never ate it just skated once I bust the nut
Cold feelin hold children for hostage profits
Mob shit, witness how hot the glocks spit
Drop bitch niggas trynna give us hassles
On they ass like the return of the jackals
Act on them folks, West Coast then lokes
Open quotes and homies know to go for broke
Frontline, full-time, do or die the code
Muthafuckas take cover when my .9 explode
[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga
[Kurupt]
Yeah Tray Deee, he away G
Smashin on these little bitch niggas daily
Talkin ‘bout what it can or can't be
With his young homies Kurupt and X to the Z
Call the shot and I'm the first one loaded up first one
Dumpin out the truck, Kurupt don't give a fuck
It's how the West Coast riders ride
Livin life nothing nice on the dice I'm
Livin life homicidal, domicidal with the dome arrival
With Goldie's star way 380 and Tray's rifle
Snoop's berretta or the Mack 11 from Kevin
Holler at the Reverend and look up to heaven
The hours rushed, and the cannons bust
Don't fuck with Tray Deee, X and Kurupt
Turn the page to exodus
And read the first line in parenthesis about war with us, fool
[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga
[Xzibit]
I bring a whole new meaning to hip hop
Come from the hip hop hot state to state from the state cops
Niggas fallin off like flip-flops
My shit knock, never gon' take my spot
Get the dick snot
Dead lock, red dot paid up dues
Ate up fools who really had nothin to prove
Never gon' lose, abuse booze, follow the rules
Getting locked in the gates of this L.A. zoo
You take this shit between two ?? like I do
How the fuck I'm supposed to be scared of you?
I aint never gon' spit what I'm prepared to do
Cus I'm the first one they arrestin when this shit come true
Later for that, niggas stab straight for your back
If you let ‘em close, so I propose a toast
To all the bitch made paradin niggas on my dick
Y'all can look, listen and hate, but can't stop shit
[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga
Nigga yeah
You don't wanna fuck with us
You don't wanna fuck with us

[Intro: Kurupt]
Death Pentagon like nigga, Gotti Sinatra
War zone, it's happenin', it's over
Yeah nigga, it's happenin'
I've been on that internet watchin' these niggaz right?
Y'all got so much to say right? It's happenin'
Nigga we 'bout to smash on you busta ass niggaz
Oh, y'all want somethin' from Kustapo nigga?
Oh we gon' show y'all niggaz
Y.A. - Youth Authority
First-round up, first-round draft picks nigga
Whole squad massive, movin' on these busta ass niggaz
What's up Tone?
[Tone]
We lookin' for a city bitch, one that I can get it wit
Move in and move out wit, I'm lookin' for a bout it bitch
One to cook the powder quick, that's my kinda bitch
Let's address the topic, come on let's get it poppin'
I've been hot since niggaz was pop lockin'
Break dancin' and beat boxin', been had the block poppin'
Nigga I'm a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options
This is big business, this is big Benz's
And my game's official, I ain't playin' wit you
This is war time and you ain't got no more time
And I got my niggaz on the way, bringin' more .9s
[Roscoe]
Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases
Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas nigga
Burners and bangers, we turn 'em and tangle 'em
We drinkin' on syrup nigga, we aimin' for sturnems as curtains
Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show
Die like a man motherfucker, what you bitchin' for?
California days is drinkin', blazin' in the sunshine
Got a case, now I got a runaway devised
Speed chases, I'm blazin' the one-time
My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate
Pull it out when it's gun time
My O.G.'s corrupted my young mind
21 on the run with a gun
Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin' to get my funds
And I'ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin' the bullets
Fo'-fizzle on my side, niggaz die when I pull it
If I should get wasted, no sad faces
Bury me basic, no jewelry, no Jacob
Eyes blurry and blazed up
And don't be worryin' for me unless I wake up
And don't be pourin' no 40 for me, just drink up
We not a bunch of sad, punk ass, sit around and mope ass
no class cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer's
Soft as flowers, all off to chowder
We the killa click, nine millis filled with clips
No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip
It's Youth Authority nigga, we shoot for arteries nigga
With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me nigga

[Intro]
It's Gotti Bin Laden
It's Gotti Bin Laden
They say I'm the evil one
Gotti Adolf Hitler
[Chorus]
You niggaz ain't nuthin but bitches
I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes
Crack niggaz like plates and dishes
authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes motherfucker, eat a fat dick
You and every single nigga that you fuck with, you stole my shit
My style, my name, and the way that I bang
[Verse 1]
Think just because you got diamonds you niggaz is shynin'
Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's motherfucker
I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as fuck
The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt
Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks
I'm back and never left, I came and never leave
I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks
Actin' like they bang, lookin like fags in chucks
They turned bangin to a gimmick, nigga its the truth
You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones
Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks
The thunda's official on California Soil
Made him mass destruction and termoil
You ain't got weapons of mass destruction on you
And I'ma make you leak like gallons of oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Think just because you got diamonds you niggaz is shynin'
Ya diamonds will get motherfuckers to firin'
I'm tired of watchin BET
And all I really see is imataions of me
And everything that we used to be
They used to say we couldnt Gang Bang on TV
But now-a-days thats all I see
Nigga im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion
With a passion for dumpin' and blastin'
A terrorist nigga
The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin'
Homicidal vibes is the object
My objective strategic selective
I'm back home nigga so mark off your sections
I got all bad news, Make niggaz move, Relocate to a different state
I get shit dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos
I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' nigga to pirus
I'm the fire fly nigga, I'ma show what happens when 5 fly nigga
Nigga I ain't no bitch, And I'ma tell you bitch niggaz just like this Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep
Juss G to a T nigga rollin on 3's
What you know about Gang Bangin' nigga
Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' nigga
Some of these niggaz might go for it
20 others just sit back and ignore it
But not us from Tha Raw motherfuckeraa
Gotta let you bitch niggaz know motherfuckeraa
We Ride these Streets, All Weeks
Hood than a motherfucker
ZEEET ZEEEET !!
Bangin these streets
What you know about us
What about you nigga
We don't know about you
What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Motherfucker, Every nigga you rolled wit
Every nigga you fuck wit nigga
It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf Hitler
Nigguh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot
Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees nigga, fuck y'all

Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one
Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors
You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie
C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em

A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
Hey bitch, what you lookin at me strange fo'
Askin me if a nigga drive a Range Rov'
Whatever reason you may have on your mind
It must be coke or grass on your mind
Kickin back like you lost all your mind
I'ma put my foot in your behind
Until you got footprints on your behind
I'm cool at the club
I love it when the ladies do what they love
Pass around hugs
Whatever she done to get the ones ain't my concern
I'm live in the club, nickel sacks and dubbs
If you wanna strip ain't my concern
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
Let's get on the good foot and do the bad things
Prayin donkey to Chinese shag swing
I'm a young arso' powers get tossed for hours
If I'ma do ya I'm use the Kamasucha when we shaggin
Have ya braggin, to all your homegirls
About this young thug who can rock ya world
Tellin 'em all how you wish you could be my girl
And I got skirts from the bottom to the top of the world
See I'm on top of the world, why you mad at her?
Get used to it I'm toppin him girl
Pop in love with the girls, and I do it just like Kurupt
I wanna see you happy, doin what you love
Especially when what you love is me
Makin sure I keep plenty bud and bubbly
You know the rules ma, it's just the thug in me
Now pay pimpin, or raise up from underneath, ya dig?
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
Bitch been sad before, but some niggaz ran just ain't learnin though
I don't want your ho so tell me what you fightin fo'
Once we all were cool but now he stressin got him actin like a fool
I gotta keep my distance now, it ain't my fault that ho's confused
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever

[Hook:]
Uh yeah I got that swag and you know it
Everything that I touch turn into gold and (yeah)
I say cool keep it low low low and (uh)
Never stop (hey) I'm always rollin'
Rolling rollin rollin
Yeah my neighborhood... (I'm always rollin' rollin' rollin'...)
In my neighborhood (rollin ro rollin' rollin'...)
I'm always rollin'
I'm own to the next own own o the next
Gotta keep it rollin so I'm gone to the next
One tippin in the fast lane...
Low... when them boys doing best
I'm precious I wanna be gold one stack
Like double best... while going...
Never doing back track deep rolling...
Like... down... life stacks
[Hook:]
Uh yeah I got that swag and you know it
Everything that I touch turn into gold and (yeah)
I say cool keep it low low low and (uh)
Never stop (hey) I'm always rollin'
Rolling rollin rollin
Yeah my neighborhood... (I'm always rollin' rollin' rollin'...)
In my neighborhood (rollin ro rollin' rollin...)
I'm always rollin'
Hear
I'm on my ground and so... got the swag
Got everybody rollin, everybody knowin they...
See them boys with the... tryin to get... every minute
You care why you're looking so mad
... I'm on the bro... get the
I ain't pushing that lane I'm so high... got it
Pack man got my back got nines
Got...
Get beat like buff pull off hood
Everybody up flat in...
That one she'll be lovin buzzin one in all my time
Out this world now show me the world
Make your head making my girl and I I
[Hook:]
Uh yeah I got that swag and you know it
Everything that I touch turn into gold and (yeah)
I say cool keep it low low low and (uh)
Never stop (hey) I'm always rollin'
Rolling rollin rollin
Yeah my neighborhood... (I'm always rollin' rollin' rollin'...)
In my neighborhood (rollin ro rollin' rollin...)