[Daz]
All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with meeeee
(aaagghh-ugh)
MCs i assassinate
Don't play no games
Don't procrastonate
Got my homeboy slip
Playing rubber with tha clip
Ready to slap a bitch and
Poppin off at the lip
What you want somethin
Get my gauge and pop somethin
Quick to pull out
Pop and i pop somethin
What tha fuck all yall niggaz
Wanna know about tha gang
Actin like yall niggaz ain't really knew our name
Nigga you see we gangstaz
Hearts 'n all
Let us spark
Gettin niggaz through tha dark 'n all
See 'em all runnin through tha park 'n all
Give a fuck homeboy coz we sparks it off
I'm a raw dogg assassin from tha DPG
And i be one of tha freshest and dopest MC
When you catch us in tha cut
And you lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga kurupt
We got it all locked down
Coz you ain't hittin no more
Washed up what tha fuck
You ain't eatin no more
The radical traumatical assassin
Got his ass kicked
The motherfuckin bastard stretched like elastic
Now you bein' a hazard
Two gats tha game
Ran slap dead into a train motherfucker
And gettin bitches like an everyday thang
D O double G
P O U N D it's tha gang
[chorus]
All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitchez won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitchez won't you dip with me
[Kurupt]
Skedaddle
MCs on these terrains
Terrorist pterodactyl overlooking tha plains
Off of propane flames
Stickin niggaz
Perapeutic poetical and therapeutic
MCs pulverised punished and executed
Don't say i shoot
Homeboy shoot it
Y'up against a grizzly
Cuz McKenzie
I'm on a frenzy
Ain't nothin fun and friendly
I'm headin to where you're friends be
Yeah motherfucker
Ya wanna bust it in off ya head motherfucker
Ya heard what i said motherfucker
Yeah Kurupt what tha fuck
Kidnap and abduct (check it out)
Niggaz like you don't make it over hear
Where it's all about your heart and tha clothes you wear
I moved out this bitch at tha age of 16
Got my first M16 at 18
First thing i knew was 11-8 gangstaz
And don't you know 'bout tha 6-0's
Y'ever got quoted?
Well i did nigga put it on bark and heart foam
In this land we in homie it's all about stripes
That fool thinkin a nigga settle down
With kids and a wife
Fuck a bitch homie
My homeboy I warn you
You can't be goin on to California
They'll call tha cops on ya
Born in tha illy philly philadel' (shh)
Went from shell toe and deeps
To heat and canded shell
Went from rhyming on tha block
To mini-macs and nots
To max tha tops mini-mac 11s and glocks
Motherfuck wit me
[chorus]
[RBX]
Ha ha ha ha
Dip with me into a world full of gang bang and dope
sales
Where niggaz get they cap pushed back
To tha fact common as a cold
Anyone contesting will catch the grand reprisal
Murder
No mercy
No remorse
Anybody killa
All day everyday without delay
Red or blue
It don't matter
When tha hot blood splatter
People see more
For you filled with gray matter
Brainwaves everyway
We murder and end things
And recognise that we come again and again and again
Energize in tha spot like a duracell bunny
Hop to this
Hear me now
Continue to ride
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
How you say ride
Ride with us indeed
Back in your ass with a twenty sack, straight up
Dogg Pound gangstas in effect for the 9-5, y' know?
We been havin' a little confrontation with a lot of motherfuckers out there
But y' know they just can't do the thangs that we seem to do.
And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits
Straight up, motherfuckers can't even fade me
N-N-Now who the hell wanna phase me?
To make me act a complete fool lately
It's been cruel, my mentality plus don't helps me cope
With no smoke, I'm depressed and easily to provoke
45's and Nines, I'm heated, me and Kurupt puffin' on a berry all day
Repeatedly and immediately in the days we stoned and phased
In the back of the truck lies a gauge, be any buster
Acting brave maybe I can see what no other rapper assault
With my skills to murder 'em all
It can't be prevented when you know I'm after ya
Got the heart to blast at cha, matter of fact
To capture those who don't belong be on the strong
Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don't have long
Now can I get a witness? My riches attract women wit' class
That nigga DAZ is about to mash all over da cash
Blast to dash, me in the getaway car now
Known rap stars turn to outlaws wanted for the murder
[Incomprehensible] fuck y'all, Dogg Pound Gangsta click
To represent Dogg Pound to the fullest cos I'm
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
Now ya escapade and ya beltin rave, masqueradin'
Around town like ya paid so where's the stack?
Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back
Now I'm a dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse
The assembly for dismemberin' when I'm strapped
Off Hennessey I blast that ass to Tennessee and back
Who's that? I'm hopin' I'm about to bust this fool's back open
I'm laid back scopin' but don't open
The three main ingredients to the plot
Some weed, my nigga D A Z and some heat cocked
I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team
We take gettin' paid to the extreme, it seems that I'm a
Bring a little more than the drama, come dash
Two litres and DAZ down to mash cos I'm
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
Now that I open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations
But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation
No hesitation,the ground beneath my crack o' sacks
Rib behind my back and then I bring ya blue
Bring the blacks straps front to black
So what you want with that?
It comes with a ticket for you till they stone flat
Hos say that "I like your cyco-azz, trigger fast nigga
So when I see you rub my head to flow that's how the shit go"
Shit hit the fan goddamn, kill or see killed, it never phase me
Topics flow on regular 'cos topic happen daily
Now what amaze me? Was poppin' on down my hat
And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps
Like this, uncut then I get uncocked
Probably for some reason that keeps gettin' a lot
Now put this on some of that and put that to a stop
But you can put that on me because I sold the ki to the beef
And as you can see never early,ya late, collaborate professional need
Now peep as I drop bombs on ya moms like songs
When I'm rainin' no pain, no gain when I'm maintainin'
This lyrical explosion and my nigga Daz on react
With this track got'cha open, poetical graffiti
Hershey gotta pound for ya town and delete to the needy
Lyrics to test drugs like P C P
And I ain't lie till I die D P G C and I stay
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
You murderer, you murderer
Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggaz
So when you see the D O double G, sleep, creep low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Murderer, murderer, you murderer, you murderer
That's what I'm sayin y' know?
Still puttin' it down like we suppose to
Everyday, all day, it don't stop and it don't quit
So pack up your shh and bail outta dime, ha, ha
Alright everybody, this is a fuckin' raid
[Kurupt]
Yeah Yeah
Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)
[Xzibit]
I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice
I keep my business separate from my personal life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
Grabbing it for any altercation
catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one time to catch me
Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me
I'm at the crib trying to chill with my little kid
Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)
[Chorus x2]
We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life)
Living the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life)
We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
Living the gangsta's life
[Daz]
I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood
Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is heated down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G
Cuz ain't nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along with me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on anybody who post and ran up
Everybody in my family path was jail
Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
[Kurupt]
Gangstas, just let it all go no games
No snitching allowed, spitting no names
I'm G…and You ain't…
I can….and you can't…
Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that ain't right
I always grew up since eighteen and up
With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast backs at times we got bust at
Turn around, bust back then scat
Moving on up to the top of the map
Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
This is our world, land of the gangsta macks
Controlled by the blue and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice
Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life
[Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
[Bridge]
[Bridge x3]
Yeah, yeah you know I was strolling down the street the other day
you know and I ran into this lady I'm like "what's up mommy,
hey what's up baby, what's cracking baby what's going on with you girl".
You know she tried to act all funny ain't wanna speak to a nigga,
I'm like "Ya bitch! Shit, fucking bitch!".
It ain't like you ain't never sucked dick before ya bitch.
Ya stupid ho, you bitch, you hoe...
[Kurupt]
Calm and collected, I'm in a zone of my own
Clouded clips of chrome, sunny californ-
The home of jack artist, thick thighs and Myties
Major high, suicide, drive-byes and crime
Homicides, gang banging, the bangers bang
See out here in baby we into our own thang
Time to head up to Venice, kick it on the beach
Ladies all the thick, the bomb, soft as a peach
It's me and Daz, dogs off the leash
Who all the ho's want to cling on to and suck dry like a leach
Daz and Kurupt coming out the cut
We just don't give a fuck and just wanna fuck
And all we wanna do is bust a nut
Come see me ho, ya bitch, ya slut
And the bitch had the nerve to ask me for a motherfucking autograph
I'm like you goofy bitch!
[Chorus x2]
If you want some play from me tonight
You got to treat me right
Treat me like a lady
[Daz]
So I'm a stand at an angle
She was thick like a mango
If I fucked her in bed, the bitch was hard to tangle
I ain't no Casanova
I ride a cruiser and a nova
But I'm young for my age
I'm on a whole different page
I fuck bitches old as my age
I need a bitch with class, I need a bitch that's paid
Wine and dine at a Toro's,
Me and my amigos
Drinking margarita's with a couple of ho's
You want a soft cut nigga, do what I say type of man
That's some shit I don't get with, some shit I don't understand
Later on 'til the break of dawn, busting the thongs
Till the twats gone all you heard was moans
Ass, hips, and lips over a hard ass dick
Make a good combination when I'm nutting and shit
She said you know I don't suck dick but I...
(Oh you lying bitch. You ate lil' Mo's dick last week)
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
I treat 'em how they act, knock 'em how they want it
Some of you fools just ain't up on it
Conversation waste time, I'm straight to the topic
Let me see them thongs baby, I want to see them drop it
With baby bearing hips the baby sticks right out
Soon as they touch the floor I pull my dick right out
Daz you ever see this bitch before (Naw)
Well she's about to blow your socks off, she's about to knock on the door
[Daz]
Well I rather get an ugly bitch then a fine bitch
'Cause an ugly bitch don't want ya but a fine bitch want all ya shit
Lil' bitch, fat bitch, small dick, big dick
Love the way you switch shit she love that shit
She say Daz, "I love ya 'cause ya fucking me"
But in my mind bitch ya really nothing to me
Her ass so plumy, I treat her like a puppy
(And make that bitch pop that monkey)
[Chorus x2]
(I'm gonna treat you like a lady and give you FIVE dollars.
You only live down the street, you can even walk.
[Chorus 4X]
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches
[Kurupt]
Pussy makes the world go 'round, knock that pussy up and down
Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast
(Fuck em right) Fuck em Daz, work that pussy, slap that ass (Oh)
Put my dick right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt
[Daz]
This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill)
Move it in and out and give em what you will
All the hoes actin moody, stick my dick up in her coochie
If that hole get played out, stick my dick up in her booty
Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that
If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at
[Chorus 4X]
What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!)
Cigarettes, heron
(We about to get fucked up!)
Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up
(We about to get fucked up!)
Sherm, sherm
Bomb weed, swisher sweets
All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day
Passing by give me weed
(We about to get fucked up!)
Uppers, downers, methamphetamines
[Kurupt]
Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion
I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking
Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting
Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting
I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high
I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life
I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties
Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life
[Daz]
Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire
Get high, and high, and high, more and more high
Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night
Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night
With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud
Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up
I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill
Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real
What about you, you know the drugs
So all my niggas and my bitches right about now
[Chorus]
(You know we about to get fucked up!)
Smoking weed on the curb
See my homeboy chilling swigging ?
(We about to get fucked up!)
To all my smokers smoking dope
Please don't over dose please don't overdose
(We about to get fucked up!)
Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash
That's when I'm high I dip and dash
(We about to get fucked up!)
I smoke weed and hash
I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash
[Kurupt]
I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out
I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown
I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge
And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge
Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity
I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up
To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port
Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort
I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's
That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes
I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright
You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night
[Daz]
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass
Do what I said real quick and real fast
Cigar paper or a zag
We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags
Nigga don't make me laugh
Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded
Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it
I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it
And did it just how I want it
(you see it ain't no thang)
(We about to get fucked up!)
Cuz it's nothing
And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing
(We about to get fucked up!)
Spending G's smoking trees
Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me
(We about to get fucked up!)
Heron, know it's the bomb
Hit it like one more time
(We about to get fucked up!)
Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm,
Regulate to make paper, paper
(It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat.
Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G's.)
Mac Shawn:
Daz nigga wanna hoes right here man
These bitches better have a rack on
A G strap
Daz Dillinger:
I had one hell of a night
Two freak ass?
Fucked me and sucked me
Like hell of?
Name Jackie
Sweat like?
With an earing on her tittie
And a ring on her toung
I said lay back and let me hit the cat
Down to fifty hennessy
And plus we smoked a sack
I got busy on the cop
In back of the track
I'm like word that you heard
Nigga don't stop
Mac Shawn
I had this bad ass bitch
She was freaking me
All up on that ecstasy
A bad defeat
Malcome X
Nothing going on
But someserious sex
Throw your hands to the back
Like a porno fleck
What's con is it
Don't bust a glock
Layed back
Fuck bitch
And I'm gonna rock the cock
See I'm back again
With this fresh pimp
And all my nigga
We all in
And everything
Is on a hoe
And some of you niggas
Just don't know
Daz:
I said you just don't know
I said you just don't know
Hook 2X
You know {you know
And he knows {and he knows
And we know {and we know
That yourgirlfriend is still a hoe
You punk bitch
Daz Dillinger:
She was a pretty thang
But a nasty freak
They used to fuck her older sister
By the name of?
She used to sing love songs
Why she was fucking me
Pussy, tittie, ass shaking
Pry to god
Hoe don't scream rape
But i busta like a cherry
And i squeeze it like?
Mac Shawn:
I put the dick in her face
And she loved the taste
Now understand why she loved that face
Cuz it's a freaky thang
But a good thang
Not knowin tonight
She going to do thangs
She preformed on one of us
Like never before
Imagne that
When she hit the flow
She sucked and sucked
I fucked and fucked
She paid Mac Shawn
And i straight got up
Daz:
Bitch heres a towel
Wipe the nutt of your butt
Hook 2X
Soopafly:
She came over to eat this rap dick
Yea I cocked the hoe
Yea I kicked game and knocked the hoe
A lil' dick love in bitch
By the name of?
I really did'nt kick no game
All i said was hey
She tourned around
Half ass like she was frome the bay
Her teeth were so fucked up
Made it hard for here to say
What she wanted to do with this dick
I gave her a tip
Grab this dick like it was a toothbrush
In between your lips and scrub
Come on bitch scrub
I came with that favorite toothpaste you love {sperm
Snatched it out her mouth
Kicked that hoe out
She begged for the number
Like please don't end ot
Man I gave the bitch a number to the dentist
Sent her on the way
Like just don't smile
Cuz if one time they see that grill
You know they gonna kill you
Hook: 3X
Mac Shawn:
Bitch you was nothing
Never will be something
We burn rubber on you
Raggedy bitch
You nothing piece of hoe
Imagne that
Bitch
Soopafly the high prince
Young Daz
Mac-N-Ass Shawn
It don't stop bitch
Raggedy junky hoe
Fuck you and your friends
Bitch and your mother
Yeah, you know, I'm slidin y'knahmsayin?
Rollin down the streets doin my thang y'knahmsayin?
That's the flow, whattup?
Smokin my weed, y'knahmsayin? Drinkin my joint
This bitch man, this bitch roll up to me man
This bitch pull up inside and shit
Roll down the window and shit, I'm like - "Fuck you want bitch?"
Bitch, tell me, y'knahmsayin?
She tell me "Turn that shit down, Tha Dogg Pound broke up"
Heh, hehehe, haha, I had to laugh at the hoe, y'knahmsayin?
That's some funny shit
For real though man, tell these motherfuckers what's happenin
{*music starts*
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Daz]What you about nigga?
[Sung] Dogg Pound for life
[Daz]Do ya some nigga?
[Sung] Smoke a pound tonight
[Daz]How ya feel nigga?
[Sung] I feel larger than life
Dogg Pound for life
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound shit.
Life without money (money) that's like breathin wit no air
Prepared, there's no love in warfare, engage
I make the front page, like Nicholas Cage
And get served, front and center stage (get served)
I'll break you through 'til you throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, tell the connectects superior
Hostile, verbal apposal in 3D hittin every galaxy throwin up D.P.
Now I could be quick as a cheetah
And rip through ya shit like a motherfuckin wild heina
From the city where light shine bright at night
(at night) MC's, Shaniqua's, speakin upon the mic
From L.A. to the city of Phil' (Phil')
When you approach Kurupt, approach wit skill
(f'real) Cause if you don't you'll get shook (shook)
And broken, nigga I rock it and break it open
[Chorus]
[Daz]
What you about?
[Kurupt]
You servin me motherfucker? (hell no) I think not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tank top (back it up)
I took trips from New Jerz' to Cape Cot (Cot)
You could be adventurous up againt tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I'll bring it to ya nice
I had the whole scenery surrounded like the wise {*cat meow*
Who could it be comin through in all blue (fool)
Dogg Pound Gangstas number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principle
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavitys picked
(ahh!) That's were all the bullshit ceases
This whole frame and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
(fuck that!) Fake ass assassin wit no heart, no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows and no rhyme
(no rhyme!) Waitin for the poetical Satan
Creatin slaughters, runnin through stores like Water Patan
(oh, oh) I'm all about money makin
And I'm makin mistakes, you're only worth what your creatin
And a garden of snakes
Now all I could do is survive, is stay alive
Money 'til I motherfuckin die, stranded on Tha Row
I'm in this motherfucker to grow
And make fetti like I'm on a mountain of snow
[Chorus]
[Chorus] - 0.5X
[* DJ scratching *]
Yeah we kind of like that shit, yeah
That's all we do, huh check it
[Kurupt]
Now what I'm not gettin' exactly (Why you)
Can't understand you can't rock a mic like (I do)
I fuck around with niggas but then they (Try to)
Take advantage and take for granted so I (Slide through)
With the automatic to stay on deck (Dust some niggas)
Always look em' in the eyes can't (Trust a nigga)
I be in penned, we'll be seein' (Soopafly)
Don't be goin' for no shit (Or die)
I be hangin' with niggas that love to do the (Gangsta walk)
When we bust hush, that's (Gangsta talk)
I freak a ho every now and then but (Don't pay)
I'm actin' funny with my money, uh-uh (No way)
If you think you ran into some riches (Wrong way)
Turn around but you can still hit this (Bombay)
I roll around, flip a hood with the (Top down)
Hit the switches for the bitches make it (Drop down)
Jealous niggas playa hatin' can't (Stop the sound)
Askin' where I'm from, hit em' up (Dogg Pound)
And the game that we blast just to (Make tame)
And the weed, alcohol got us (Insane)
You can run but sometime ya gotta (Feel the pain)
We drop the kick bumpin' in yo (System man)
[Hook]
Kurupt - It's like way too often, I keep rockin'
All my niggas and can hear my beat knockin'
Pimp struttin' as I walk in
Say what, all my bitches talkin'
Daz - It's like way too often, I keep rockin'
All my niggas that can hear my beat knockin'
Pimp struttin' out here all my homies hawkin'
At the party all the homies C-walkin'
[Soopafly]
I make a left on Atlantic then I (Ride by)
Seen my niggas from the Pound so I (Slide by)
Say what's happenin' to them niggas that don't (Know my)
Name and my game, give a fuck I'm (So high)
Ran out to get the plan out the (Swoopty-blue)
What's happenin' crack a nigga with that (Woopty-woo)
Hit the back, shack stepped to this (Rack that crack)
Laid down the game, gangs can't stop (The mack)
I say I'm a pimp and (I am)
Hard on a ho, make her say (Got damn)
They say what chu' want, I say girl (Why tell)
They say give up cash, I say (Eat my gel)
Backed up into my Lincoln that (Be knockin')
I need somebody, rolled up my weed bust a (G-ride)
Roll two joints, a blunt leave the stash (Up front)
While I turn up the beat and give em' (What they want)
[Hook]
[Daz]
Gangstas do all the doin' (Make ends)
And everything that ain't ours (Take in)
I saw you bitches, she wanna eat a (Fat dick)
Make a nigga grip the heat and (Blast shit)
All the homies C-walkin' in the (Parking lot)
We in khakis blast niggas in (Karl Kani)
Nigga this a gangsta party and you ain't supposed to be here
Nigga best to beware, prepared (Look a here)
I'ma tell ya how (G's do)
With the chrome, with the R go (These too)
[Kurupt]
Soopafly and Kurupt and we're (Back again)
If ya trip then crip, gang bang blood (Drip)
Come equipped or don't come at all to the strip
Or ya might get hit with shit to make ya flip
If that ain't the case, I'ma tell ya to ya face
Let the sun shine on my car, fuck all y'all
[Hook]
Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
Don't wanna fuck with me
(Dogg Pound gangstaz)
We do it like that
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin' our styles
Be trying to do they own little dissing
But they can't do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like this
Sit back relax and get a cool one
Have you ever heard of a slughter? I oughta start dippin'
Sippin' on that S T get's me to trippin'
I don't slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gang
It's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
I subdue and then take two to your temple
When I cause holocoust from what's spittin'
Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'
Look, this is how it's done nigga
(One, two, three)
I grab my strap, you best run nigga
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest dick
Shit, a motherfucker betta recognize
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
Known to be the shit upon the microphone
Ever since I was bown, not to ever love a bitch
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Motherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shitted
Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house
Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruisin' through the East side, me and Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' bustin' free styles
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can a nigga make in one place?
The review, ain't shit new
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit' my crew
I see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the least
I see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East Coast
And the question is asked
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
I'll be the first one to him 'em
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him
'Cuz I'm a natural born killer
And I steal a half, motherfucker 'cuz it's like that
Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
It doesn't make a difference 'cuz it's about
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Empty out the clip
Mind on stead-trip, 'cuz niggaz talk shit
Now if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?
Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop
Now drop, to your knees
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin' in the breeze
(Flowin')
Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house
From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
'Cuz it messes up the flow to the real fillings y'know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
In the way like a stray dog
Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, now this is true
Trying to fuck your woman and even you
Now what the fuck would u do, motherfucker?
What would u do? Mmm
What would u do? What would u do?
What would u do?
If you could get with me and my crew
The weak ones stick and move
What would u do if you could get with my crew?
Why don't u tell me what?
Tell me what u would do if you could get with
The weak ones stick and move
What would u do if you could get with my crew?
Me and my crew, with me and my crew
What would u do? What would u do?
What would u do, if you could get with my crew?
What would u, what would u do
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?
What would u do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?
What would u do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
This is DJ easy dick and this is the
Golden shower hour early in the morning
Wake your goat mouth ass up
This is 187.4 fm on your dial and we flipping it just like this
For all you motherfuckin' real Gs out there
Come with the real shit, 187.4 fm on your dial
Until the tick tock, yeah, don't stop
Until the beep beep and you don't freeze
Aye check it out baby, bubber in the place to be
My name is Snoop
The one they wanna see so um
Blaze up the bud and break out the champagne
'Cause we rollin' in the fast lane, trying to find the right lane
Doing it just like players, laying down laws
Governors mayors [Incomprehensible] to stay up on top of things
There's something 'bout being in tha Dogg Pound gang
That makes me wanna have some type of hustling life
If being wrong is wrong, I can't be right
Despite all the madness you're hitting on Daz
Stealing rhymes with super duper scenes to get you paid
But you played yourself 'cause you can't play me
I see through you but you can't see me
He's been watching you, he's so smooth
Longbeach is on the move
He's been watching you, he's so smooth
Longbeach is on the move
Now I'm a bonafide microphone technician with styles
I came to storm on these emcees like electrical clouds
See me now, I'll go killing like Micky Mal
Down to trip and emptyclips infermanently examine
Our position, competition to strip and dismantle
Light 'em up like candle stick but don't stick to prevandal
Vandalize, I ran from anim cs to freeze
To reguarantee the temperature decrease degrees
Bows and stiff [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] keeps me in control
Never fold I score like order and oughta
Let these hoochies, I sorta sometimes get in shorter
It sort of limits ya but to me the sky's the limits ya
No, I diminish ya to dust takes spinister
Bust one rhyme, it's like a voodoo hex
Connect complex styles my vast hi tech flex
'Cause [Incomprehensible]
And if she like me ooze in their like swim wear
Don't despise me 'cause a lot of hoe like me
Mashing them Nikes out of see niggas on TV
This nigga Daz, now I've got one question, nigga
How does it feel? Check your game
But I ain't even saying no name
Proclaimed lyricist dissing us for fortune and fame
Did I do something to you, did we sold your hoes?
'Cause you're on TV rapping like you knew me
You know me but you don't really know me
That mothafuckin' nigga from the DPG
The K U R U P T, I'm too smooth
He's been watching you, he's so smooth
Dogg Pound is on the move
He's been watching you, he's so smooth
Dogg Pound is on the move
[Incomprehensible]
I know that's right, Real Smooth here on 187.4 fm, on your dial
The station that's playing platinum hits, baby, that's keeping
You coming and I'm the DJ with the fatest sack DJ E A Z
Look between my legs and you'll know why
On that station that's sockin' some soul to your ass
W Balls, fade 'em off and now we gonna take some callers
I wanna dedicate this one to my girl Cheryl
Out their man with a fat ass
Bitch, yo, this is Barry White, you're the Dogg Pound
You'll mothafuckers sounding good
Keep doing what you're doing, you're players
I'm Kevin Slo Jammin James from 92.3 the beat
Man, this shit is so smooth
I'm switching up, get me an application
Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck!
[Dat Nigga Daz]
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough
Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ?
Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long
I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip
And my pockets be short, and I started to trip
To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house
She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!)
and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today
Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say
[Kurupt]
Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town
With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down)
Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see
the layout down, as we proceed
Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse
Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack
takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood
for a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know
The chances, advances stages
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady
To my lady, what I'ma do is mine for my loot
with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip
I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch
What's the function, what's the game
All abord, the cavi train
All you busters, riding round
You don't wanna, see the Pound
[Kurupt]
Rocafella Dogg Pound nigga...
Gangstas...
Daz... Kurupt...
Dilli... Gotti...
Haha.. Big Earl...
[D] The gunshot echoed through the street, where I pick my feet
[K] Street sweep, seperate, delete
[D] As you ask for peace
[Kurupt]
The concrete crackin the shells
You aim for the chest and ride for the west
[Daz]
See everybody used to tell him that he wouldn't never live long
..never live long
And that we gon' always die with the strong
[Kurupt]
Get it on, never knew it could happen.. (never knew it could happen)
But evidently it did.. (evidently it did)
A nigga got older.. (a nigga got older)
And had a few kids.. (and had a few kids)
Keep throwin hogs in the war, lettin off in the warzone
at that gat pass and blast, pass the chrome
[Daz]
Until this day, motherfuckers still think we wrong
Put a bullet in ya dome, run in yo' home
Get yo' cash, ya jewelry, and yo' stone
It's on.. (It's on) It's stoned
Another motherfucker gone
[Kurupt]
Pullin out bullets out the pump our
Gangsta G'd up, all new apparel
I'll never give a fuck about none of y'all niggaz
So I let off the sawed-off double barrel
Dat Nigga Daz
[Daz]
Kurupt the Kingpin motherfucker!
Ridin up on you suckers!
[Kurupt]
Motherfuckers wanna act like they wanna bang
Go head up with the gang
Suckers, busters, fuckers, bitch-ass snitchers
In the sky
[Daz]
Another mother got to cry - Shit happens!
[talking]
Damn man you just walked up and shot the nigga momma
Man he couldn't get the nigga so he shot the nigga momma
(Shit happens!)
Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest
was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man
[Daz]
You ain't hard nigga
We ran up on yo' bitch-ass and took yo' car nigga
The fuck you think you going
Yo' bitch-ass ain't gettin too far nigga
[K] I'ma blast before I speak
[D] Uh-huh, I'ma dash you fore I creep
[K] Uh-huh, I'ma fuck ya bitch next week
[D] And have that bitch sell her pussy for me
[D] See we can squabble scrap
[Kurupt]
Shank 'em, pull out gats and blast
We can chill or kick back, two niggaz smokin that
See money ain't shit, and that bitch you love eat dicks
Ate the whole clique, anything we want we can get bitch
[Daz]
Havin money, bitches, cars
Slangin pussy on the boulevard
Oh my God
[K] Smash and dip, gangstas on the gangsta shit, G'd as fuck
[D] Blastin niggaz for iron as Buck in the cut with the M14
[K] Guarunteed to get what we need to get, shootin shit
[Both] And shit happens!
[talking]
Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head
No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!)
Aww cous' you heard about what happened to cous' over there on 14th
(What happened?) Aww man (Shit happens!)
Man the nigga killed hisself, man soutside suicide man
Man he couldn't live with this shit (Shit happens!)
Man that nigga got shot square in the head, homeboy
Square in the head, I saw it last week, ya don't know? (Bitch!)
[K] Watch yo' ass!
[D] Better watch - yo' - ass!
[D] Shit happens boy
[K] Shit happens boy
[K] It could happen to me
[K] It could happen to you
[K] This a public service announcement
[K] We hood to hood
[K] Don't come, to our hood nigga
[K] Cuz in our hood (SHIT) happens
[D] Hahaha....
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit
Cause that shit gon straight
[Snoop]
I can't stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
Damn, yeah, staright blueberries
[Kurupt]
This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin
I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open
This is how I am, this is my mentally
Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but I caught ya
I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
And that's the way it is, you can't see me so don't even try
I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died
Now I be that MC, you can't see that
Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this MC can't even get close
Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast
[Snoop]
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck
Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit
Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
And we plan on smoking all night
And when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
Cause it's on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap
Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back
Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, it's scary
My brother jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J
For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
It on like that we aint no joke
So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga
[Tha Relativez]
Spots stay open, under water hydro
Orange fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin chips
Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo
In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin out the ills and it's hurtin niggaz
Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz
In the fence for a week and it's perkin niggaz
You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz
Aint no mo silent niggaz
My prediction, 2004 there's gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz
Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies
? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
Aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin
Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more
Master money marna for the law
I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
Americas finest find me north of tha border
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
This for big tony, homey in the yinta
Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
Intro: Dr. Dre
I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see huh, yeah (repeat 4X)
You can't see me, hah
Back up in that ass once again
With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit
Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk
Some of that gangsta funk
Some of that ghetto funk
Call it what you want, just don't forget the G
Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house
Verse One: Dogg Pound
Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother
What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker
I don't know why we got to kill each other
Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker
(Daz)
Now as a child I was raised in the church
Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt
I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street
I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle
For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable
And not a soul saw who did it
As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride
On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die
(Kurupt)
Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)
Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct
What makes my mind click to perfect timing
For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining
Cause I'm in my own zone, alone I'm found
You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town
Perhaps you, know I acts a
Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to
Chorus: Prince Ital
Respect to the Deathrow Inmates
Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face
Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace
Lifetime in static, put you inna your place
Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality
Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way
Lawd
Verse Two: Dogg Pound
(Kurupt)
Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast
The rate of success is elevating too fast
Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn
With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned
Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit
Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshit
Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy
Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga
Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes
Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise
The Pound, we roll thick like one-time
And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme
All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed
And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit
(Say what say what say what say what say what?)
Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit
(Daz)
Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not
In the past, I only hustled for the cash
Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
Anybody killa, do or die if I have to
On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to
I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long
Who would stop the movement why I journied so far
From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt
Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth
Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace
Riders died death is unexplainable when you die
Outro: Prince Ital
We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop to your level
But when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble
Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun
And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible
So don't fuck, you betta be respectable
The nine millimeter, is really dreadable
Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild
Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile
Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile
Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler
An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound
An wild yes you're wicked an wild
Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile
Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile
De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle
An wild, yes you're wicked an wild
An wild... hahaha. eazy!
Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah
Cause we no respect no guys
Cause guys dick arder than shit
We no take orders, we give orders
Respect to the crew
Nigga Daz,? .Kurupt
Eh, Yeah
West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!
To the Death Row posse
Lawd!
Nuff respect
Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence
Death Row are gon make you dead and silence
Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an
No faggot come here actin like dis
Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha
Yes Kurupt huge, you're large
Nigga Daz an de crew
Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime
EAZY!
Dr. Dre an de massives
Chorus: Snoop
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound
Verse One: Daz
It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherfucker's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC
Chorus One
Chorus Two: Snoop
Too much, I serve too many people, too much
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel
Chorus One and Two
Verse Two: Kurupt
Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me
So how the fuck you inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis
Gets me into verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary bobs to existance
Catch me in the pitch black path
I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental
till I hear an instrumental
And detrimental verbals get to spittin
The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow
Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do'
Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally
bore your whole molecular, structure
Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix
Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist
Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X
[Kurupt]
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z
[Snoop]
DPGC, ba-by
ABC the DPG'z
Ba-by...
Verse Three: Daz
Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete
Nah you can't even fade me
[Kurupt]
(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking? Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up!
(Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh)
Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience multiple gun shots
Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots
Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots
Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast
Smash boom batter and crash
Shells spread from head to head like rashes
When it clashes
Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes
Drive by's drive by night and day
The homie grill in the drive by night and day
For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die
Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry
Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by
But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry
I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds
Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds
[Chorus]
My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears)
I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear)
[Slip Capone]
We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight
I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry
Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me
If I catch a ? and let me rest in peace
I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain
Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane
But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head
Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead
All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets
Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased
Go through up and down those in heaven above
Those scattered shot myself and those who I love
If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone
Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone
Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt
Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth
Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world
Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls
It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high
Life's a long ride, but we all die
Cuz my heart don't pump no fear
And I ain't scared of nobody out here
God hates a coward they told me that when I was young
And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's)
So if we come in the back come equipped
Run, hide, and duck quick
Before we shake your shit
Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped
I get a grip
50100's and count it up
Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut
Who got the flavor can't control my behavior
Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges
Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody)
Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous
With a tommy gun it reminds ya son
The battle cry's and war drums it just begun
Vicious as an alligator the street major
No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody)
Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark
And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks
[Chorus]
(Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh)
My heart don't pump no fear
(Whistling)
[Man talking]
He repeats an alleged conversation
Between Snoop and an unnamed L.A. sheriff's lieutenant
Officer: I think I know who killed Tupac
Snoop: I do too, the guy who was seated next to him
Officer: You mean, Suge Knight?
Snoop: Yes
[Daz Dillinger]
Awww shit!
How the fuck can you niggas be on TV live
On channel 13 but call yourself a gangster?
Nigga, ya better stop doin all that dry snitchin
When you know it ain't real, 'fore somebody come getchu
This Big C style, Dogg Pound gangster for life
[Xzibit]
I move bricks and llel, I freeze 'em with ice
I keep my business seperate from my personal life
My and me niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paperwork straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't havin it, I keep the gauge cocked in kitchen cabinet
Grabbin it, for any altercation
Catch a permanent vacation, fuckin with the Son of Satan
And I ain't waitin for the one time they catch me
Arrest me, and rape me, humiliate, distress me
Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Pumped the pump, Xzibit took them niggas heads off
Be-atch
Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
Live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)
[Daz]
I wake up five in the mornin, smoke a sack in the head
Sneak out the back, ground was trackin, thuggin, dodgin the feds
Slangin, hangin on the corner, regulatin the hood
Bangin and robbin, transportin the goods
Hop in the Buggy and throw my cell in my pocket
Grab my strap, cockin to see my homie, hop in the fo' (Sup cous')
Watch the young hoes jockin that gangsta life
Niggas is heated, down to jump on site, nah
I just swerve the boulevard and maintain the status of a G
Cuz ain't nothin but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along with me (Why?)
Cuz they jealous that I packin more than thirty G's, nigga
Cocaine and weed was the only factor in my life, I'm comin up
I'm runnin on anybody who postin rent up
Everbody in my family path was dead
Heaven to Hell, that's where my homies'll dwell
Straight gangstas
Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangtsa life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta's life)
We live the gangsta life (And live the gangsta's life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
[Kurupt]
Yea, and if ya bang say, what, gangsta life
Give it up to all the homies say, gangsta life
Check it out
Gangstas let it all go, no games
No snitchin allowed, spittin no names
I'm G (I'm G) and you ain't (you ain't)
I can (I can) and you can't (you can't)
Ever since you dropped names, you outta sight
Snitchin on ya homeboys - that ain't right
I always grew up since eighteen and up
With somethin to throw up, the hood we threw up
(Look at this Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Flashbacks, of times we got bust at
Turn around bust back then scat
Movin on up to the top of the map
Cuz gangstas'll be here 'til the Curl come back
This is our world - land of the gangsta macks
Patrolled by the blue and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice
Just bangin, dicin, the gangsta life (homie)
[Chorus - Kurupt] 2x
Livin gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life
We live the gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life
Yo dis from the old school
Ha ha, ha hah
Ha ha, check it out
One two three (who be the top MC, it's the K) to the U-R, U-P to the T
(And me, the capital D-the-A-the-Z
The a.k.a., the D-to-P-to-G)
And we, Tha D-to-the-O-to-the-G-to-the-G
(To the P-O, U-N to the D)
It's time D (to rip the M-the-I-the-C)
So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Yo E, I pass D the microphone
(Nah cuz) Why D? (To each his own
So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Aiyyo, I pass Kurupt the microphone)
It's me, yes the gangbang warrior
who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
Yo I can't tell, our ride will stop in Drexel
We dwell in the garbage between blazin cell
Let's start with your heart (your heart)
You ain't got the heart for rappin, you can't adapt to transcations
But me, I know the way it should be
to flow slow, like me and D-A-Z
And after that, we'll blaze a fat sack
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, cool cool cool cats
like a jazz player or someone on the accordian
Producin crazy hits and, move the whole audience
Aim the tip, to show you how to tip
MC's in half, load the clip and do a hit
Me, K-U-R-U-P-T, I come equipped
Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to trip
so listen, to this Thunderdome session
The way I drop it, it's Kurupt with no question
(So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Aiyyo loc, I pass Kurupt the microphone)
Nah cuz (Why is that?) To each his own
So knick knack patty wack give a Dogg a bone
Check it cuz, I pass Daz the microphone
As I take the spot, with my madd Dogg wear
I start to floss on em, and throw my set in the air
But the older I get, the mo' ass I kick
Usin my rap G style with the gangbang twist
of the big chronic spliff then I take a hit
It's like give it up, on the jack move tip
Cause after bass thumps you can feel the beat
You dropped your car down, and disappear in the street
Because a night rapper, tried to steal the funk
But the buck stop here, cuz I'ma let you know
No swingin, no knuckles, strictly M.O.
Cause as I rush, crush bust, and dust
a sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's
You can roll with the sucker ducks or roll with us
I push the Coupe (I stole a Benz) You roll with us
get out the way homey, and prepare to bust
But in the act of war, if he refuse to let up
you be the wannabe, gonna be, soon to be whatever
What's clever in any type of weather
Cuz two birds of a feather, always flock together
So knick knack patty wack, give a Dogg a bone
'Rupt (I pass) Ha hah, I pass you the semi chrome
So knick knack patty wack, give a Dogg a chrome
automato', with the Teflon tone
Yeah, check it...
Yeah... give it up for the E-P, knahmean?
EPMD, yeah and the D-P-G, live and direct
My nigga E man
Came with the beat, that's so sweet
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, aiyyo
Uhh, my nigga Mark
We keep it hot...
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, torch the whole spot
Yo, without the cock
Cause everybody drop, we blaze the whole spot
What...
Yeah, my nigga Stop, Rex, Kurupt, knahmsayin
D-P, for life
Like Mack 10 nigga, Foe Life!
My nigga Daz, Snoop
It's Dogg Pound Gangstaz for life nigga
Yeah, Nate Dogg, doin that shit
Yeah, aight?
Dogg Pound!!!
Welcome
We have been expecting you! Hahahahah
[Dre] Dogg Pound... are you motherfuckers ready?
*gun cocks*
[Kurupt] Geyeah!!
"Like we always do about this time"
*gun cocks*
[Female]
I lost my eye
[Kurupt]
Yeah, what up baby?
Gangstas
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti
Gang of bitches in her, cuz
[Daz]
That's what I'm talking about
Look that hoe shakin her ass
Big ass titties
[Kurupt]
This is how the G's move
Baby won't you come and see if you wanna be down wit us (Wit us)
No need for all that bullshit
I'ma gangsta livin gangstafied just givin it up
I just down a fos fill
Turned it off, made her strip down to her drawers
The next stage, as we turned the page
Enter in a different stage of this pimp hall game
I'm like "Baby you lookin bomb" I tell her again
Like "Baby you lookin bomb" light complexion skin
Got a picture of her butt-ass naked she laugh
Later that night I got that pussy then she asked me for Daz
[Daz]
You like it wild and kinky, gettin freaky takin off your bikini
Grant my wish like genie
Because you might get G'd if you don't suck dick
Break out the weed and drank cus we ??
Sippin tequila and all black beamer
Bitches watchin and jockin and seein a nigga gleamin
Can I fuckin get paid sip liquor in the shade
Amaze the bitch worked dick so many ways
She said "Oooooh, I like it when you do it and you knowin that my pussy's tight"
She said "Oooooh, Is you a nigga that can do it can ya ass fuck harder tonight?"
I said "Oooooh, Bitch I wanna fuck, can you do it like this and that?"
[Kurupt]
So lay yo punk ass head back bitch
And listen to sounds of Kurupt and Daz, ya trick bitch
[Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)]
Gitta Strippin, take it off
These hoes came to the party to break it off
Daz what the fuck is that? (Kurupt what the fuck is this?)
A gang of bitches to eat a gang of dick
Now bitches aint shit
They gobble dicks, eat nuts
Blow balls in the Cut
In the halls all y'all
Gitta Strippin, take it off
The hoes came to the party to break it off
[Daz]
She said "Kurupt and Daz what's your fantasy?"
That you would never have had a piece of ass for me
Then when you get it one nigga to come after me
Then she worked on a player so drastically
Baby got nasty, when you least expect it
The one that get so drunk and get butt naked
We don't be trippin when we walk inside the club
Chillin with a bitch by the name of Love
See Love was the girl who liked that dick
Plus liked that clit and liked freaky shit
[Kurupt]
Fucked up off liquor and I don't give a fuck
And so is every nigga that you seein pull up
From our hood, we come in dipped then come out
Get a bad bitch to grab my dick and suck the cum out
I'm tranquilized; I'm out my mind
All I want is my dick licked a million times
Girl, with those lips I wonder what you could do, girl
Probably miracles, and I got to smoke it
Get high, and you can lick dick till you start chockin
Look at my face bitch, I aint jokin
I'm smooth, I'ma muthafucka, get high as the moon
I'm the nigga that's quick to kick a bitch out the room
[Daz]
If y'all aint givin up no pussy y'all gots to get the fuck up outta her
right now
(Right now, bitch)
[Chorus x2: Kurupt (Daz)]
Gitta Strippin, take it off
These hoes came to the party to break it off
Daz what the fuck is that? (Kurupt what the fuck is this?)
A gang of bitches to eat a gang of dick
Now bitches aint shit
They gobble dicks, eat nuts
Blow balls in the Cut
Huh, Ride ride, ride ride, ride, gangstas
We ride, fuck these niggas Daz, fuck 'em
Bust a bitch nigga
Please believe that
[Daz]
Motherfuckers wanna come through my block, shoot up and serve they rocks
Uh uh, here we come nigga to shut down your block
Recognize when the nine go pop, that's when they homeboys drop
With a plastic glock made his body lay cold, 12 shots
Nigga tell me what it is, y'all done lost it and forgot
Did I run this motherfucker from the bottom to top
We blast and dash with cops because we just don't give a fuck
When you see me nigga, better hide and duck
With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right
Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right
Cuz we on a mission all out hunt, smoking hunts
Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious
It's like a force I can't control it, you see it in mine
That's when you get burn and you learn, stop fucking with mine (buck, buck, buck)
We intervene and puff green, loaded and high
Cuz tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, some niggas gone die
[Chorus]
How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight
Not you, not you, not you
[Kurupt]
We never gave a fuck, so what the fuck we gone start?
Snatching arms off, bust and puncture your heart
Don't trip homie, I ain't get 'em yet
I'm a penal system vet, off of cigarettes
A mushroom high, get 'em back now sherm right out the bucket, fuck it
Pull it out and pass it around and boom boom up and down
Never knew such a thing could happen,
Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let's start scrapping
I'm tiny as fuck, never bow down to nann nigga
Beware nigga, all gangstas over here nigga
I'm tired of these ho's, I'm a let you niggas know
The ho you love nigga gotta hell-a-fide blow
Listen Bitch, all you'll ever be is a bitch
All you'll ever be to me is a bitch
Can't help it but I keep my mind right nigga
The poltergeist nigga
Once or twice, twice as nice pulling a heist nigga
Never gave a fuck and I don't ever think I will
I'm quick to pull out the glock and pop like pills
[Chorus]
How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
[Daz]
I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch you slippin'
If your bloodin' and crippin' nigga your done for and finished
Been in it since the beginning, peeling niggas caps back
On the for realla my nigga cuz it's like that
Girl it ain't but play to bone, we make a living jacking niggas
16, 15, and 7 figga niggas (all y'all bitches)
Beware, 101, Get your gun
And prepare, to get done, blast and run
[Kurupt]
That's right, that's right, pull it out let the bullets fly
Pull it back and fly high,
And fuck the rest, aim and life and live,
Till everything in this motherfucker get hit and burned to a crisp
You heard it right, murder, tonight, today
See everyone in every way
Calypso, unloading a clip though on you ho's
Blazin' up the crip though pictures get painted like Vangoh, I wanna know
[Chorus]
How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight
My nigga Daz, the funkiest nigga to make beats
Nobody see's him, East to West coast (No disrespect)
Say what? (Say What, Say What?)
Motherfucker too much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit cuz!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherfucker, too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)
[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em
Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand
There's only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand (Dogg Pound)
The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a
These adventures reak havoc,
Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage
Ryhme savage, introduction to death
Muder MC's till ain't shit left
In a sector, why must MC's flip
Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whiped
Claiming they classic, but you don't set no classic examples
With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samples
Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no more
I turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain't live no more
I use to follow, but now you's a legend like sleepy hollow
I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollow
There's no tommorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began
I'm the man, now what is this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)
Oh shit, hell no this can't be
Who's this on the radio dissing me
D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got blew outta porportion
I found he's the deadliest force in the world
Where it's all about glamour, fame, and fortune
As we blast and creep, so fuck you
Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete
We the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he's blasting
And anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha)
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas ( too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (you know what?)
[Kurupt]
So gimmie, the heat to the motherfucking Jimmies
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's penny
Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs
To you chest, leathal techs, and pissed to get complex
If I had a million dollars, then I'd be rich
If your ho was on deck then I'd fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don, Coleone
And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah)
Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all, all walking caskets
Hit the spot where the smoke is sold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothing more potent than vision
I seen out in through the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon
Then escape a lyrical felon
Accelling in and out like, as if I'm smoking the bomb (boom)
And hit 3's as my D's shine
And keep it gangsta
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangsta Gangsta
Now I can't trust none of these hoes nowadays
Cause they be runnin round with that shit called AIDS
and every girl I meet nowadays is lit
So I can't to do them what I would to do you, so...
Another session, check in session
Dogg Pound Gangstaz
(Dat Nigga Daz)
I'm on top of the world, with niggaz with perms and jheri curls
Runnin around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga that I can call my own
Smokin dove sacks and quarter pounds down to ozones (who you?)
I'm Dat, Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin playa, for the D-P to the G
(Kurupt)
Connectin lyrics like dot to dot, connectin blocks
I concoct vocals that's libel to make your heart stop
Termination completed, and I'm out like the seasons
Murderin MC's for no fuckin apparent reason (motherfucker)
Dis, lyricist, kicks lyrics
so intent to disable to kill your whole vocals existance
Like in for instance, the murderous methods of my ridin
The Thunderdome, niggaz had em squabbin
Shit, all I know is you could talk that talk (this Dogg Pound)
and you best to be able to walk that walk, because
we ride right, daylight, or after midnight
Game Trump tight, down to dump on sight
Call me the sniper with mo' chips than Wesley Snipes
Niggaz oppose me to get cracked like the pipe
Born in the East, raised a G on the West
Westide, smokin and rollin with a S on my chest
(Dat Nigga Daz)
I roll swift as a pigeon, diggin niggaz graves in tomb stones alone
One on one, microphone or phone
Stampedin like a heard of buffalo you tumble
Now when you try to get up, motherfucker you stumbled
Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
dust to get you high blown in the meanwhile my profile
of my styles unusual from a buckwild child
But in the meanwhile...
I can tear that ass off be like an Al B. song
I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one
Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself
Droppin lyrical vitamins for your health, motherfucker
*chorus*
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers got your back
Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown
It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz, puttin it down
(repeat 2X)
(Dat Nigga Daz)
Now picture that ass and frame it, what a shame
motherfucker to remain to obtain game
(Kurupt)
I'm on another journey, my mind set on twisted
gettin twisted and twist this fool for his grip then dash
Daz in the Jeeps that the church drive
cause he don't give a fuck, and down to put in work
And this is how it's done like one two three
Kurupt, and I'm quick to fuck shit up on G.P., lethal
There's no stoppin me, top notch, there's no equal
to the philosophies that I concoct
(Dat Nigga Daz)
We makin examples out of motherfuckers like you
Nigga there's no idea, nigga, and there's no clue, you through
You outta here motherfucker, finished you scared admit it
Your new album... shiiiit!
So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize
just like Jim Jones bapnitized his followers
The wrath, of the slaughter, have you ever heard of a
serve from my homey now he rhyme for baby sharks (and I)
I load for ammo for ammo the young hollow is dippin
to Pomona Ave to ride up on you on the corner
It's kinda cold, how his ass got smoked (well alright)
And now you know that we ain't no joke
(Kurupt)
I never trust a busta, so I never trust yo' ass
Hope you got satellites around when we bust yo' ass
I peeped you out the sides of my eyes, cause I be peepin
Murderous situations, you got yourself knee deep in
You're walkin around while you're sleepin
So awake yourself nigga then break yourself
And I don't give a fuck if your money is spent
I want your hat to your clothes cause dollars make sense
I got so many hoes on my dick, I gotta shake hoes
and I'm controllin mines, like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme I plot schemes like Stephen King and
*chorus*
DPG, yeah I thought you knew, DPG
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, DPG
(feat. Nate Dogg)
It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
Back up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can
You talk shit once but never again
Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel
While your mind is comin where your body is chill
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs
It's like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U-R-U-P-T
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap
And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope
So till yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC
Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start
Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin
Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our bitches like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle
Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin
I step the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap
So for tryin the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just don't stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
Oh, so I'm headed out the door
Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you bitch
After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit
From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice
Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't care
See I don't love them hoes
I like a butta nose
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so
How, I thought you knew, but now you know
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin
Intro: Dogg Pound
What up?
Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
Like that muthafucka
(Don't shoot!)
Verse One: Kurupt
Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphones, all set to unload
So, watch the means, watch the zone
I made it different with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by their peeps
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
to face a prosecuted life or death MC sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
and ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
and they mentality react so violently to leave MC's breathin silently
with hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
It's easy to find MC's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
Cause all I see, in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G, for L-I-F-E
And all I see, on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin me
Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz don't worry like Keith Murray I'ma strangle
MC's, with the microphone cord
You don't faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two
murderous scenes, can you relate to
Chorus: Dogg Pound (gun fight in background)
A Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG) - 2X
Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta
Verse Two: Daz
I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school
Cause I'm Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and I'ma fuckin fool
Don't play with my head nigga, killers don't speak
Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak
Unmatched in my inner circle
Where only G's roam, hellhounds in the war zone
Not giving a mad fuck (about what?)
About your click, or what you representin ain't meanin shit
Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split
Caught up in the twist while I'm stickin dick to your bitch
You don't know me cause I'm down to do low
Your bitch is jockin Daz I'm diggin deep as Cousteau, check it out
I'm, massive, you get your ass kicked
Tangle with assassins down for mad shit
Nigga the strap's in your hand, now what you gon do
Is you gon blast me, and blast Kurupt too
Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, where's he at?
Cause I got me a gat
And I'ma show him how a true G's sposed to act with a strap
(There's somethin bout bein a Dogg Pound Gangsta nigga)
Till I die, Dogg Pound for life
Show me a hoe and I'll be fuckin that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice
I told you once, so I ain't sayin it twice
Chorus (varations repeat 2X)
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu wanna do? (Hmm, whatchu wanna do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme? to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
(Daz) I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
(duo) I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Kurupt:
Yeah
Nobody pour out the eggnog and Hennessey
Hahaha
(Merry Christmas)
Daz:
(I wish I had love)
This goes out to all my homeboys out there locked down
(I wish I had love)
I said I was remembering
(I wish I had love)
Throughout my life as a child
My mama covered me with blessings
Thanking God for another day
Bringin' love and the presents
But who cares about us homeless people?
God do (God do)
Don't be stingy, give a little
Cause He love you (He love you)
It's been a long time coming could say
For this day
Fulfilling dreams is the kid
For the Christmas that I never enjoyed a year
Spread love to my homeboys locked down in the pen
Spread love to my homies that passed that I won't see again
Enemies are friends
It's Christmas time let us join hands
Every woman, every man, across every land
What's the solution for your 9-7 resolution?
Is it love or hate
Time's running out on the youth
Kurupt:
I'm in the middle
In the rapture
In the mixture
Clear as daylight
It's painted clearer than a picture
I get my focus like a lens
I start visionin' all my friends, mansions and ends
Now when I was eighteen
It would seem
Thoughts of a teen wouldn't prevail
But, I'm thinkin', oh well
That's life
And I'm a be a G (that's right)
But for what I see
The war's closer to me
Wanted to be what I be
Have what I have
Write what I write
With my pen and my pad
Ain't nobody want to take what I make
(That's on me)
And don't nobody make what I make
(That's on me)
.38 covered with the chrome plate
(That's on me)
Realize, open your eyes
Who's the real homies now?
Daz:
I wish I had love (2x)
Growing up all alone, I wish I had love
Every Christmas without a gift, I wish I had love
I give love to all my homies, wish they had love
Every day upon on the block, I wish I had love
I wish I had love (2x)
(Say what, say what)
Now as I lay myself to sleep at night
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
So I can try to do right
There's no one else that I can turn to
I'm asking a favor, oh, just this once
Oh, Jesus Christ, Lord I'm asking you
Please help me out cause this my last days
Cause if I die today I'm going to hell
And I'd lead the way
That I want to live my life, see
I'm having a few simple problems
And good one who could help me
I've done a lot of crazy things in my day
Being Mr. Scrooge on Christmas
Out there really trying to get paid
Now I know that was the wrong move
Please forgive me for my sins
And that's what I'm asking you
I read the bible to keep the tune of what you say
But this the first time in nineteen years that I ever prayed
To be straight up and be serious
I believe in you, God
My mom says you work miracles
Kurupt:
I came from a small city called Philly
My cousin Brian just passed
The homie Kel-L just passed
Time's movin' too fast
I wonder will I last
Glory in the world
With less drugs and cash
And I'm caught up
But this ain't the way I was brought up
Now I have doubts
What's that all about?
Now we smoke weed
Now we get high
And I don't have answers when my momma asks why
Why, why, why?
Why do I do what I do when I
Feel kind of low and I'm on top of the sky
I'm my own enemy
With no energy to try
I stopped along the middle of the trail
Waiting to inhale and exhale
Instead of waiting to excel
Now, when I was eighteen
It would seem
Thoughts of a teen wouldn't prevail
But, I'm thinking, oh well
I wish I had love (5x)
Daz:
I wish I had love
All the needy kids alive, wish they had love
All the kids with disease, wish they had love
To all the bums on my corner, wish they had love
To the whole worldwide, I wish we had love
Wish I had love (2x)
And this goes out to the world, both sides
Death Row wants to say, "Merry Christmas"
And we out
(Tis the season to be jolly)
Dogg Pound Gangstas
Suge Knight, thanks for givin' Dogg Pound love
Death Row, thanks for givin' Dogg Pound love
Kurupt and Daz, Snoop Dogg, we be givin' love
Every day on the corner we be givin' love
All my homies in the corner we be giving love
Giving it up to all my homies , wish I had love
Every day and every night, I wish I had love
Thank God for shedding light on my life
I guess I have love
Kurupt:
Christmas time
It's time for chillin', you know what I mean
Daz:
Not killin'
So let's make it to see '98
And to all my homeboys in the pen (all the homies)
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
And we out
And we see you when you get out
[Daz](Kurupt)
Psss.. yeah..
It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit)
Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day
I'm comin out!
[Daz]
Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap
Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark
I want my snija when you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action
Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward
I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's
For all my real niggaz behind bars
Scared for life, from the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life
Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
or die when your bitch ass death
I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin
Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead
You can't hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop
Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block
Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin from behind
[Chorus: male singer + female singer]
Here we are (here we are)
and there they are (there they are)
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
[Chorus]
[Daz]
(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer
Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary
Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary
Death is more, another life is gone
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could
Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*}
Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at
Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays
and A.K. retaliates in a major way!
We're in the land where it's banned from man
Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)
I roll with Crips (?) for the chips
Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail
Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells
but nigga, you snitch and tell
leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)
Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up
On a mission for tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta
My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Daz]
Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up
On some niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine
Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come
do what they do, and put they work on you
See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play
Like everyday, all day
You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan
and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass
Adios as his ass got smoked
and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga come get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it
How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine
Livin the life of crime where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this
We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch!
[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations
[Daz] {*w/ female singer singing in background*}
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here
Choke out (?) {*gun shot*}
PLO! KILL 'EM!...
(Hook - Lataya Williams)
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I wanna feel you)
It's been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I'll be there
(Feels so good)
(Daz)
Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin particular, met 'em ??? town
Homegirl what's ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you 'til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin talkin 'bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
Wasn't usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn't even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn't be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho' 'nuff gon' get it, homegirl
And it feels good baby
(Hook)
(Kurupt)
In my mind's eye all I see is time passin by,
will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what's it gon' be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin 'bout never doin wrong, man
Go on girl with your bad ass,
she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She's the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthafucka
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on
(Hook)
(Daz)
Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don't stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don't stop y'all (get busy)
It don't stop y'all (get busy)
Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn't trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground,
layin it down on hundred spokes
Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane's shinin
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin "whoo, whoo"
(Kurupt)
Lookin extra cute, G'd in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you'll bounce with me, I adore her
'Cause she'll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She's gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me 'cause she adores me, ya know, ya know
(Hook to fade)
[Featuring Malik, Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Intro: Dat Nigga Daz
Back in yo' ass with a twenty sack, straight up
Dogg Pound Gangstas, in effect for the nine-five, you know
We been havin a little, confrontation with
a lot of muhfuckers out there
But you know they just can't do the thangs that we seem to do
And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits
Straight up, motherfuckers can't even fade me
Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz
Now now
Now who the Hell wanna face me? To make me
act a complete fool lately? It's been cruel
My mentality plus dope helps me cope
with no smoke -- I'm depressed and easily to provoke
Forty-fives and nines I'm heated, me and Kurupt
Puffin on a berry all day repeatedly and
immediately in a daze we stoned and phased
In the back of the truck lies a gauge, for any busta
Acting brave, maybe I can see what no other rapper has saw
With my skills to murder em all
And can't be prevented when you know I'm after ya
Got the heart to blast at cha, matter-of-fact
to capture, those who don't belong be on the strong
Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don't have long
Now can I get a witness?
My riches attract women wit class, Dat Nigga Daz
is about to mash, I worry about the cash
Blast, den dash
Me in the getaway car now
Known rap stars turned to outlaws, wanted for the murder
And more defy to death was fuck y'all
Dogg Pound Gangsta click, I represent Dogg Pound to the fullest
cause I'm
Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Cy-co-lic-no-bitch-ass-niggaz
So-when-you-see-the-D-O-double-G-sleep-creep-low
I see through you but you can't see me
I see through you oh so clearly
Chorus 1/2
Verse Two: Kurupt
Now now
You escapade and you rant and rave
Masqueradin around town like you're paid, so where's the stack?
Attract the wrong eyes to the view out back
Now I'ma dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse
The assemble-y for dismember-ing, when I'm strapped
off Hennessee I blast that ass to Tennessee and back
Who's that? I'm hopin, I'm about to bust this fool's
back open, I'm laid back scopin, with the rope and
the three main ingredients to the plot
Some weed, my nigga D-A-Z, and some heat cocked
I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team
We take gettin paid to the extreme, it seems, that I'ma
Bring a little more than the drama
Comma, dash, two litres and Daz, down to mash
Cause I'm
Chorus
Chorus 1/2
Verse Three: Mr. Malik a.k.a. Hershey Locc
Now that I opened my eyes still no surprise to these imitations
But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation
No hesitation, the ground beneath my Kroker sacks
Rear behind my back, I'm in a gray and blue brown and black
Straps front to back, so what you want with that?
It comes with a ticket for you that they stole flat, hoe say that
"I like yo' cyco-ass-tricka-fast, nigga so
when I see you rub my head to flow that's how the shit go"
Shit hit the fan God damn, kill or see killed, it never phase me
Cop weed smoke on regular cause topic happen daily
Now what amazed me, was poppin off under my hat
And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps
Like this, uncut then I get uncocked
A pair of leaf for some reason that keeps gettin a lot
Now put, this on some of that and put, that to a stop
But you can put that on me, because I sold a key
to the beef, and as you can see never early
You're late, collaborate professionally, now peep it
as I drops on ya moms like songs
When I'm rainin no pain no gain when I'm maintainin
This, lyrical explosion
and my nigga Daz on react with this track got cha open
Po-et-ical graffiti
Hershey got a cloud for your town and the leaves to the needy
Lyrics to test drugs like P-C-P
And I ain't lie, til I die, D-P-G-C, and I stay
Chorus: repeat 2X
Chorus 1/2
[Snoop] You murderahh... you murderahhh
Chorus
[Snoop] Murderahh... murderahh... you murderahh, you murderahh
Outro: Dat Nigga Daz
That's what I'm sayin you know?
Still puttin it down like we suppose to
Every day, all day, it don't stop, and it don't quit
So pack up your shh.. and bail outta Dodge
Ha hah! *gunblast*
Alright everybody, this a fuckin raid
Anybody try to leave I pump one in your ass
[Chorus - Daz Dillinger] 2x
All my niggas won't you Crip with me
All my bitches won't you Crip with me
If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my
Everybody won't you Crip with me
[Daz]
Awwww!
Emcees I assassinate
Don't play no games, don't procrastinate
Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round with the clip
Ready to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip
Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop somethin
Quick to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin
What the fuck all y'all niggas want to know about the Gang
Actin like y'all niggas ain't really knew my name
Nigga you see, we gangstas, hearts and all
Let it spark, get the niggas through the dark and all
See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot
Give a fuck homeboys cuz we sparks it off
I'm a R.A.W. dog assassin from the D.P.G.
And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee
When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt
We got it all locked down cuz you ain't hittin no mo'
Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't hittin no mo'
The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is askin
To motherfuckin blast it, stretch like elastic
Now you been a has been, took out the game
Ran smack dead into a train, motherfucker
And gettin busy like an everyday thing
Long Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker
[Chorus - Daz] 2x
[Kurupt]
Ske-daddle, emcees, well these two ranest terrorists
Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane flame
Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic
Emcees propurized, punished, and executed
Don't say I shoot, homeboy shooted
You up against the grizzly, cuz McKenzie
I'm on a friend, ain't nothin fun or friendly
I'm headed to where your friends be, yea motherfucker
You wanna bust it in or off the head motherfucker
You heard what I said motherfucker
Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck
[Daz]
Niggas like you don't make it over here
Where it's all about your heart and the clothes you wear
[Kurupt]
I move out this bitch at the age of sixteen
Got my first M-16 at eighteen
First thing I knew was 11-8 gangstas
Then don't ya know, moved by the 6-0's
Ya ever got quoted, well I did nigga
Quoted on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone
In this land we in homie it's all about stripes
The fool thinkin a nigga settle down with kids and a wife
Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you homeboy
You can't beat on 'em in California, they'll call the cops on ya
Born in the illy philly Philadel
When from Sheltoe and Dekes to heat and Canishel
When from rhymin on the block, to mini-macks and knots
The macks, petas, mini-mags, and glocks, motherfucker
[Chorus - Daz] 2x
[Daz]
Oh yea, we are most definately in effect
Right about now
Dogg Pound gangstas
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz
Pushin all them other suckers to the side
All the niggas ran out on us
Shit, we're soundin dope, we right here
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz {*toilet flushes*}
Took five years to digest this shit
So now you got it, be-atch!
At night.. (yeahhh!)
At night.. (talkin bout - all that shit)
At night.. (better not go to sleep nigga)
At night.. (yeah! I see you nigga)
[Daz]
Smokin bomb, feelin loaded, forty yappin, smoke imported
Servin (?) fat as boulders, got a (?) on my shoulders
Homies robbin homies, on point with the po'-po's
Sellin white snow pure yo, twist a little bit just to get a lil' mo'
We had the ground, we bagged a round, crack, money in stripes
I lay you down, let niggaz know that we ain't no fuckin joke, niggahhh
[Kurupt]
The nighttime's, the right time, family and pride
Personally known for the way I, spray and ride
Silent if I, silent is the way I glide
Money'll make a nigga shift a pistol shoot to the sky
[Daz]
Nigga let's ride! I love it when the sun goes down
Nigga get chopped down, get gunned down
[Kurupt]
Run down, run around, and shot down
Popped down glocks in full pound surround
Get the homies together and call the shots, fallin on baller's blocks
Smaller and smaller knots, alcoholics lookin fo'
[D] my gangsta bitches (uh-huh) and busta niggaz (uh-huh)
[K] Liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
At night.. (uh-huh)
(liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed)
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh)
At night.. (what ch'all niggaz wanna do, huh?)
[Kurupt]
I put holes in the air and turn black to blue
And I don't give a fuck about puttin holes in you
The midnight strike, the killer strikes the streets at night
Imitation Doggs on scope and it's on on sight (nigga)
[Daz]
Murder killin robbery, mayhem
Assault with the deadly weapons equals battery
I be down with the tragedy
Catch a nigga slippin, shoulda known
Nigga one-eighty-seven ain't shit but a misdemeanor
(If you ain't knowin - they ain't knowin)
Niggaz dyin unexpected, and they knowin
(They don't know) Niggaz tryin to make it echo
but it's showin (they ain't showin) little bitches on the street
straight hoein (straight hoein) you ain't knowin (thought you knew)
[Kurupt]
Overblown, got'n'gone, the song zone, at the zone shown
Time and time again it's on, Vietnam again
Napalm set-trip, coast-trip, post and get
tripped on, blastin fuckin chippin niggaz out the fuckin dash
What the fuck is this? Niggaz is the luckiest
Strike and spray, e'ryday all day around the way
I lost my homeboy last year, nigga shed his last tear
Comin through to blast shit, I knew I'd catch his ass crip
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
At night.. (uh-huh)
(liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed)
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh)
At night..
At night.. (yeahhh - that's how it go down e'ry night nigga)
At night.. (y'all niggaz better stay strapped)
(cause we on a hunt for all y'all)
At night.. (and we ain't takin no shorts)
(servin y'all niggaz on sight)
At night.. (everyday, all night, yeah)
At night.. (everyday, all day, anybody killer)
At night.. (fuck all y'all! yeah!)
At night..
Whassup whassup? Whatchu need?
(Got a fifty sack?) Whassup? Aww the police, c'mon!
(Police! Police! Up against the wall)
Yeah, 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz
(Yeah)
Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, don't stop
Keep it goin', got my nigga Slip Capone
Ha ha ha ha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there
Niggaz get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
Hide they rags and start to act good, ha ha ha ha ha
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town?
(I do)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the mashin' is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin' steel
Steadily givin' these niggaz no passes on livin'
(No passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect, we dangerous
Contendin' mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss, biatch
(Yeah)
Now, I been called crazy to fade me it's not possible
(Ha ha)
I give a fuck, what you thought or who you brought witchu?
(Bad Boy killer)
A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator
They wonderin' why he breathin' but bitches is dyin' later
(Ah)
Better laugh now then cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco shit
(Loco)
My pistol smoke yo' shit
(Smoke)
Let's go for dolo, biatch and watch me flow yo' shit
Mr, Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces
(Hell yeah)
Shots rang and niggaz brains were split
Another Bad Boy affiliated
(Bad Boy killer)
Nigga was kilt
I hit the funeral and busted his folks
And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Well, it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker
(Fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised, Kurupt, Daz reside
(Resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's that nigga)
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
(Ah)
And bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man, nigga)
I don't trust ya
(I don't)
The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia, I'ma touch ya
(Like that)
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, don't stop
Let the speakers bump, biatch
(Let the speakers bump)
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers
We gon' break it down a lil' somethin' like this
For you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, check it out
They claim to be down, they say they down
(Man, fuck you, man)
Every single day, ooh, every single day
I've got to have it, every single day
I gotta have it, every single day
Yo, it's on nigga, a stick up motherfucker
"Boo ya" went the fo' fo', there goes another
Nigga playin' the roll of the tuffy
Ridin' me like a Huffy, niggaz that's tryin' to bust me
Watch ya back 'cause I'm comin' when ya least
Expectin' a nigga to start wreaken like a beast
Beauty, it's my duty to gets wild
Grips the mic and kicks back mad style
One, two, three and to the fo'
It's the K U R U P T wit tha chrome fo' fo'
Rat tat tat tat niggaz fall to the flo'
And Dat Nigga Daz come steppin' through the do'
Uh, open up ya mind for a second, now pause, freeze froze
Close doors, Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house once mo'
A little taste for them niggaz that be bitin' my flow
Yo, put ya gun away, run away 'cause I'm back
(Got it?)
Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up, did 'em up like that
Nigga so what the fuck can I say?
We droppin' shit like this like every single day
I keep a strap in my pocket when I step
'Cause niggaz be trippin', thinkin' I'm slippin' but I ain't slip yet
I ain't sayin' I'm untouchable
But if ya fuck wit the Dogg I'ma buck ya though
So, play me if you wanna get played
But what about now Dat Nigga Daz 'bout to get my back blazed
Creep wit me as I crawl through the hood
Every single day, every single day
(Every single day)
Every single day, every single day
Every single day, every single day
Every single day, every single day
Every single day, every single day
I come creepin' through the fog wit my saggin' duce
Eastside, Long Beach in a seven eight Coupe De Ville
Rollin' wit the G folk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
Droppin' on the one motherfucker put together that's it
A nigga wit a grip off that gangsta shit
Wit a fat ass sack, some Tanquerey and a bitch
Booty hole naked on my flo'
Give it to the dizzo, let the bitch go
'Cause bitches ain't shit and I don't love that hoe
All I be smokin' is that bomb ass chronic
And in a minute I'm feelin' the bionic
See, I come back like a champ, Tyson hit hard as Snoop
He gonna be rockin' on the mic when he lit it up, hit' em wit the Pound
Blood, flying through the sky like a dove
Gotta stay above, H O E to the S N double O P, D O double G
Pass the number one spot like a ball
From the the doc to the motherfuckin' Dogg
Yiggy yes y'all 'cause I fades 'em all
When I'm steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
I gotta whole army of forts, I gotta whole brigade of rhymes
In a mental state, time to time, I'm engaged in the crimes
Whether in a fix, my experience leaves me to notice
In the mix, no negligence, have you the audacity
To come blastin' me? Actually I cause catastrophes
Down at blast for me, I'm catastrophic, the shit you must do
Shaky ass nigga, now how the fuck can we trust you?
We're the cashy, ashes to ash to ashy, dust to dust
I bust when I'm here when heat flashes
My heat sends heat strokes, my scraps put the senorita
Make niggaz choke like inhalin', end up the smoke
So take one toke off the automatic, I got stashed in my coat
Under pressure, I come to test ya, extra
Extraordinary, rough texture, rough rhymin' texture
Expect a next, a hittin' balls to hard balls subject ya
The romantic buildin' is the beginnin' of ya destiny
Destined to fall, praise to me and D A Z
We mash, leave no flaws, we break jaws
Smoke all the chronic wit Daz and my nigga Doggy Dogg
Every single day, every single day
Bitches on our nuts like every single day
Every single day, every single day
Bitches on our nuts like every single day
Every single day, every single day
Smokin' on the chronic like every single day
Every single day, every single day
Bitches on our nuts like every single day
Every single day, every single day
Every single day, every single day
Every single day, every single day
Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go
I'm from a long lost tribe called, "Fuck a Hoe"
Come through in a new Chevy
Droppin' game like it's too heavy
Well for you suckers that's the ceiling
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb
Speak to ya double O.G.
That's where good game come from Dogg Poundin'
Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it
'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it
The people of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em work it
Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut
Layed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me
(Fuck y'all)
In actuality they face the technicality
(Whattup dawg?)
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
(Hell yeah)
On site a nigga die for the salary
(Boo-ya)
We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk
And we do what we do after dark
(Yeah)
This is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Nigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad
That make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores
Playin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train
Wearin' a platinum chain striked with thang
It's the youth game, doin' it big
You don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit
Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships
Then shape shift yo' facial, "Matrix" like a face lift
So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see
Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me
Keep the Death Row chains out
My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya
Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga
This is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'
Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes
All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you
So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?
We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'
Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga
It ain't nuttin' to applaud
Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight
"This kid's a psycho gramma", fuck a hoe cous'
Took it, what it is, what it was
Blood, nigga what it is, what is was
My niggaz, California nigga what it is
Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne
Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells
(West coast)
And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales
Biatch
This is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
This is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap
What all the hoes love, gangsta rap
What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap
You could do what you want to, gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap
Yeah, two gangstas from radio
Kurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah
[Kurupt]
Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it
Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti
Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb
{*inhaling and coughing*}
Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah
Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches
I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand
With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
Got so many different advances, different chances
lead to different circumstances, enhancements
Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells
Hit niggaz like hammers hit nails
I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe
Bitch don't you owe me 6000? I'm countin(?) to ten
[Rosco]
I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit
And roll up anybody on some skanless shit
Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo
I'm so caught up in the streets I need to lie low
And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow
[Chorus]
Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum
slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none
Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none
Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none
Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none
[Beanie Sigel]
The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're fruit cat
Niggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in)
You know I'm all about the street dollars
Follow your trail and blaze niggaz with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word
Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb
Roll with niggaz disappear in them burbs
Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(Listen) - in other words stop talkin
I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
when the fifth stain leave shit stains off in
your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often
You niggaz soft and the fifth lift chains off often
Get your block chalked when the glock start barkin
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up
Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up
When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know
Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes
I ain't impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitch
I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)
I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out
The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones
Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step
Seven to ten niggaz drop when they step
Don't sweat the technique or get chin-checked
[???]
Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, (??) you can't bite my shit, it causes fiascoes
My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul
controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at
Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out
So what's wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah
Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter
Shootin niggaz down cause it's nuttin
The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy
Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha?
You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya
Pleezbelieveit ya bitch
I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch
And bitches get treated like bitches..
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what?
[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low
[Jay-Z]
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..
.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!)
[Daz]
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}
[Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
four so clean like a brand new nina
My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin
with the hollow tips soarin, chrome wheels spinnin
Never have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin with the Roc, straight D-P-G
[Chorus]
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay] That nigga Daz in the house
[Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay] Young Gotti in the house
[Kurupt]
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..
B-I-G still talkin through the voice of I
For Tupac they yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns
than the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's gone
(click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not forget
cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon
[Jay-Z and Kurupt]
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker
And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker
[Jay] Young Hova in da house
[Daz] Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that sound
[Daz Dillinger]
Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up
Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood high exhaust
High stylin, profilin, y'all comin after me
In actuality they fake the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia
{*Now y'all feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}
[Chorus]
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay] Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up quick
Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm sick
Gettin up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the clip
Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch
You see light then you takin a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance
STOP ... it's the Roc nigga R-O-C
With the D-O-G on ya block
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe
[Memphis Bleek]
Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, geah who forgot
You never thought Bleek walk on a track before
Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before
Down on Sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want play?
[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
[Jay-Z]
I will not, lose
[Featuring Big Pimpin, Nate Dogg, Snoop Doggy Dogg]
[Kurupt]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up two
seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in
Conversated then I dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
to see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
[Nate Dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now do I love them hoes? (HELL NAW!)
And why is that? (Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg!)
(And you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but I'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and I'm fishin, wishin
upon a star, to come up on some ends
but she caviar, and I let her bet her pussy
so I can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone
[Big Pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
and the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
and the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
as she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
for I have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
that gets sucked, ALL day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And I believed her when I accept it
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body
INTRO:(DAZ)
Yeah! Straight up 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin and crawlin through your hood, smokin, loccin
Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin?
(KURUPT)
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalest telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone(zone)you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin mantis, leavin battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns, open casket
Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
(DAT NIGGA DAZ)
Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems
For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in
With the click got checks that shit
And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
(? Am so blown, shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
Now the paper is made, now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight
Now well well(well),? where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz
(? I'm quicker ta out slick ya?)blast in half
(KURUPT)
DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin
Motherfuck surrenderin.Who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin while you an' ya chest get fuckin blue an'
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus
I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
S'impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
It's left to ya instict of survival
Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind
You define it I'm mentally silly and batter
It doesn't matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop let the whole place evacuate
wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
(NATE DOGG)
I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light
And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain't never seen a game that did multiply
We gettin kinda deep, yeah the crew'll die
(KURUPT): And who am I?
(SNOOP DOGG): And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG
[Daz]That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows
The inkling of a sect, suspect me
This assemblies and less than two verses
I'm able to disengage mics
And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes
When I recite they like two flips
I sink MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse
There's no comparison, I embarrassment
Cause microphone harassment
Here's where the fear and terror spin
I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs
Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days
So I'm able to have more to perform
I explode on the mic like C-4
I eliminate ya fool microphones
These limited the amount of opponents
Step on the microphone I show em'
Over and over, these weird situations
Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'
[Chorus]Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize
That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care)
So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise
But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor)
[SKG]If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that
Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at
Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch
Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock
I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy
Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy
Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile
Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady
Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers
Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do
I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas
Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up
Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators
Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers
Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you
Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you
I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got
He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked
Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town
That's how I get down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes
Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted
Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets
Hit the spot where the smokers hold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothin' more important than vision
I've seen optical collisions corrupted
I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon
Can't escape a lyrical felon
Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong
Koran Don, set to explore like napalm
Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions
Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure
Like incisions with the deadliest intentions
To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I'm all about business
Life ain't what it seems in two seconds
I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge
Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once
But I was two seconds late cause the size I was
Was the first mistake
My moms came and shook me I didn't awake
Cause in my position that's the chance ya take
In the dream, in the world with no way to escape
[Daz]
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H}
I met her way back when on tour, day ten
I had her bent over backwards, her and her best friend
I was doin her in, makin me cum again and again and again and again
Havin a bomb while baby ate my balls
Gobbling all, dick all in her jaws
And you know after I nut
I gotta get the fuck up and hit the cut, bitch
You always 'll be a ho that I know
When it shows in your attitude, it shows in your clothes
Look at her lookin cute in the Channel leather boots
And her pussy got juicer than a Juicy Fruit
Dick gobbler, nut swallower
You know the bitch is a real top scholar
Off ecstacy baby fuckin the best of me
Beyoncé is my Destiny
You're jus a bitch
You're jus a bitch
[Kurupt] Bitch
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a bitch
[Kurupt]
She's just a perfect ball blower
I'm a fuckin it up
See all you'll ever be is a bitch to Kurupt
Put it in perspective, all she wanna do is eat some
Put it in perspective, all the bullet do is feed some
Put it in perspective, all I wanna do is beat some
So before I beat it, you can eat it, bitch
These bitches nowadays ain't right
Still havin a good time, all they wanna do is fight
But I ain't got time for it, I'm a say it again
See I ain't got time for it, nor the money to spend
But you bitch, let me tell you what you could do bitch
And all you'll ever be to me and my crew bitch
A dust bag, dirtier than the motherfuckin dirt
Or I could rat, only good for hittin from the back
Scandalous than a motherfuckin fat bitch
Pro'ly would a ate the homie's dick if ain't crackin so quick
[Daz]
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a bitch
[Daz] Can I get some pussy tonight
[Daz] A hour before my flight, is it alright?
[Kurupt] Is it all cool?
[Kurupt] Can we pull in the drive
[Kurupt] and then fuck in the back of my Lexus truck, bitch
[Daz] Get my dick sucked in the back of the pool
[Daz] Been fuckin since pre-school, I'm a motherfuckin fool
[Kurupt] Fool
[Daz] A bitch is a bitch
[Kurupt] Bitch
[Daz] And now can my dick play wit your clit?
[Kurupt] The bitch love dat shit
[Daz] Yeah
[Kurupt] And I won't be thinkin like dis hit
[Kurupt] Be nuts on Tuesday
[Kurupt] And leavin with two women to twist
[Daz] Yeah
[Kurupt] You still chasin bitches in pre-school
[Kurupt] I used to do that, but if it ain't over to me homie
[Kurupt] Then it just ain't cool
[Daz]
You're jus a bitch
Bitch got some big ass motherfuckin legs
You're jus a bitch
Oooooo, girl she know how to suck a diack
You're jus a bitch
She was eatin a home girl pussy, freakin it out with a dildo in her ass
You're jus a bitch
Yeah freak mama number one n-nasty
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H}
You're jus a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch
(gun shot)
Man get yo punk ass down
Come on let's go let's go, shots, we out
Fuck all y'all homeboys, yeah that's what I said
[Kurupt]
All up in the shadows with calico's in the fo'
Dippin' in my lo-lo I'm a mutha fucking fool
G stands for gangsta first and foremost
Posting with my pistols, holding my pose
MC dipping not giving a fuck
Kurupt slide, Daz roll I'm shotgun in the ride
Like nigga did you see that motherfucker over there?
The first motherfucker with his hood in the air
Round up the homies in the park
12 double-O, afternoon check the homies heart
Shit's about to spark, thunderdome popping off
When you checking niggas heart they start dropping off
I'm a gangsta a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch
Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch
Walk, gangstas just walkin'
Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk
Count the homies off by the tens, and rows of fives
If we all don't get the fuck in we ride
That's how the gangstas move, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
Making money and the fame for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Kurupt]
You thought you had a grip, well we did too
That's why me and the homies decided to come through
Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick
Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip
On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round
Whip out the fo' pound, dump 'cause he's moving around
I bet he never move again, the next time a motherfucker say stay down
On the ground, I bet he won't make a sound
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga
Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, hit a switch
Me and D-a-z like bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Have you ever once looked back, looked into the mirror
Saw your self falling flat, like where the fuck am I at?
I'm sick of this shit, I'm a put it all on the line
Before Daz start slapping bitches out they mind
Like bitch you wanna get slapped out your mind?
Bitches I'm a tell ya one more time, see
We can do anything, pull any ho
Do anything we wanna do don't you know
Kurupt and Daz, Daz and Kurupt, lick it up
I'm a aqua-boogie with a bitch walking up and down the strip
Not giving a fuck bitch, Daz dropping gangsta shit
It's nine let's get high, ya ho's need a ten
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga
Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, snatch a snitch
Me and D-a-z G, bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
See me, it ain't a thang for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
(La la la la la la la la)
[What about you.. what about him?.. (repeated)]
[Hook:]
You go home, I go hard
You're down low, I am starred
Baby I'm bout to take off
Baby I'm bout to take off
[Verse 1: D-Pryde]
We start the celebration it's that time of the year
Everyone's gotta come pop bottles for my career
From one little song to a full blown track list
One day we're headin' to a full blown atlas
Shawty got fat lips
Sharper than a cactus
Lookin' really fit, body like a porno actress
I'd been through enough shit
I ain't got no guns clips
Magic Johnson (inaudible) I am not the one to fuck with
I am in an oven, burn and watch the heat rise
This is D-Pryde Philippinos rely
On me cause I'm bout to put it on the map
Fathers better watch ya back, I be where ya daughters at
Physically and mentally you are not on consistency
Swaggers on infinity, feeling like I'm Kennedy
I ain't goin down unless they boot me or shoot me
Attentions turned to me feeling like a movie
[Hook: x2]
You go home, I go hard
You're down low, I am starred
Baby I'm bout to take off
Baby I'm bout to take off
[Verse 2: D-Pryde]
I'm known to eat rappers cause I do bare edible
Man I do it big like blue whale genitals
There is no ducking now
Running I be something wow
I am not a circle jerk, I do not fuck around
Blastin' like 100 rounds, bitch I'm bout to blow up
So sick no cough, shows on I show off
So high no bong, King feeling so Kong
Football throwing career I'm bout to go long
I love to get settled in this business
Ready for a (inaudible) like Reggie in this business
Fat kid active I'm heavy in this business
Lethal Weapon, Mel and Joe Pesci
And I used to hurt women in the past
Like how I told that one chick my feelings wouldn't last
But seeing how I all of a sudden cut off that chick hurts
But if you see her tell her that I miss her
I'm sorry, I'm gone
[Hook: x2]
You go home, I go hard
You're down low, I am starred
Baby I'm bout to take off
Baby I'm bout to take off
[Verse 3: D-Pryde]
Look I'm so damn musical
Raw like a sushi roll
I'm a bout to fucking take off like removing clothes
Working in my cubicle
Stuntin cause your woman know
That I'm about to use her cause I'm smoother like some lube on soap
Amazing on an instrumental
I kill the beats man
Fuck with me, then kick your own face Wing Man
Don't be all mad cause you washed up sea sand
I am fucking Li Chan, Jet or Jackie man
So what the hell is the dicussion
If it's about me then it be relevant to somethin'
Successful with abundance
Sick and mental when I run it
I'm a work till I be full of 20's and 100's
Song gets done up, I be needing some love
Working till I'm certain till that the sun's about to come up
I beat that right, I be that nice
You will see that I'm, Fucking D dash Pryde
[Hook: x2]
You go home, I go hard
You're down low, I am starred
Baby I'm bout to take off
What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!)
Cigarettes, heron
(We about to get fucked up!)
Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up
(We about to get fucked up!)
Sherm, sherm
Bomb weed, swisher sweets
All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day
Passing by give me weed
(We about to get fucked up!)
Uppers, downers, methamphetamines
[Kurupt]
Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion
I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking
Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting
Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting
I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high
I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life
I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties
Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life
[Daz]
Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire
Get high, and high, and high, more and more high
Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night
Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night
With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud
Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up
I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill
Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real
What about you, you know the drugs
So all my niggas and my bitches right about now
[Chorus]
(You know we about to get fucked up!)
Smoking weed on the curb
See my homeboy chilling swigging ?
(We about to get fucked up!)
To all my smokers smoking dope
Please don't over dose please don't overdose
(We about to get fucked up!)
Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash
That's when I'm high I dip and dash
(We about to get fucked up!)
I smoke weed and hash
I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash
[Kurupt]
I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out
I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown
I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge
And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge
Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity
I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up
To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port
Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort
I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's
That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes
I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright
You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night
[Daz]
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb
Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass
Do what I said real quick and real fast
Cigar paper or a zag
We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags
Nigga don't make me laugh
Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded
Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it
I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it
And did it just how I want it
(you see it ain't no thang)
(We about to get fucked up!)
Cuz it's nothing
And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing
(We about to get fucked up!)
Spending G's smoking trees
Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me
(We about to get fucked up!)
Heron, know it's the bomb
Hit it like one more time
(We about to get fucked up!)
Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm,
Regulate to make paper, paper
(It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat.
Have you ever seen sooo much style?
We 'bout to do it a little somethin' like this
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck all you motherfuckers and umm, for some strange reason
Niggaz like to duplicate, transformin' ass side bustas, Daz
Come get at me, and play get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you counteract?
I'm openin' my eyes, and my thought's a blink
But yet and still there's no ideal what these thoughts contain
All alone like no else around in the area
Runnin' shit from here to Siberia
Now is this a jack? Nigga yes it is
'Cause I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
Tryin' to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic straps that's supposed to
Be hittin' new clothes and expose
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too so motherfucker bow down
Niggaz swear the Pound got so much style
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Now have you ever seen me? Seen meaning saw
Niggaz running up in me murdering 'em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
I enter in a circle and start maraudin' MC's
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
They can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my mind when I get high
The darkest secrets, keep it untold
When it's revealed the Amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, I ignite like C dash 4
With Daz I blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war
My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Now let me take a second, for Dat Nigga Daz
To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when I'm already high and blown?
To the fullest, Kurupt pull the MC's card
Now the Pound is blessed, like dove
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid
Every single day our shit is gettin' played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can't be viewed?
DPG has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it, you're feelin' lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of poetics
That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it
Niggaz don't realize what's with the Pound?
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin'
No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start dumpin'
Let me explain niggaz don't know what time it is
I ain't even tryin' to make friends
Fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit
That you be stressin', let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes
Ninety-five we survive everyday
And what they say, we got styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
Sooo many styles, sooo many styles, sooo many styles
[Kurupt]
Rocafella Dogg Pound nigga...
Gangstas...
Daz... Kurupt...
Dilli... Gotti...
Haha.. Big Earl...
[D] The gunshot echoed through the street, where I pick my feet
[K] Street sweep, seperate, delete
[D] As you ask for peace
[Kurupt]
The concrete crackin the shells
You aim for the chest and ride for the west
[Daz]
See everybody used to tell him that he wouldn't never live long
..never live long
And that we gon' always die with the strong
[Kurupt]
Get it on, never knew it could happen.. (never knew it could happen)
But evidently it did.. (evidently it did)
A nigga got older.. (a nigga got older)
And had a few kids.. (and had a few kids)
Keep throwin hogs in the war, lettin off in the warzone
at that gat pass and blast, pass the chrome
[Daz]
Until this day, motherfuckers still think we wrong
Put a bullet in ya dome, run in yo' home
Get yo' cash, ya jewelry, and yo' stone
It's on.. (It's on) It's stoned
Another motherfucker gone
[Kurupt]
Pullin out bullets out the pump our
Gangsta G'd up, all new apparel
I'll never give a fuck about none of y'all niggaz
So I let off the sawed-off double barrel
Dat Nigga Daz
[Daz]
Kurupt the Kingpin motherfucker!
Ridin up on you suckers!
[Kurupt]
Motherfuckers wanna act like they wanna bang
Go head up with the gang
Suckers, busters, fuckers, bitch-ass snitchers
In the sky
[Daz]
Another mother got to cry - Shit happens!
[talking]
Damn man you just walked up and shot the nigga momma
Man he couldn't get the nigga so he shot the nigga momma
(Shit happens!)
Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest
was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man
[Daz]
You ain't hard nigga
We ran up on yo' bitch-ass and took yo' car nigga
The fuck you think you going
Yo' bitch-ass ain't gettin too far nigga
[K] I'ma blast before I speak
[D] Uh-huh, I'ma dash you fore I creep
[K] Uh-huh, I'ma fuck ya bitch next week
[D] And have that bitch sell her pussy for me
[D] See we can squabble scrap
[Kurupt]
Shank 'em, pull out gats and blast
We can chill or kick back, two niggaz smokin that
See money ain't shit, and that bitch you love eat dicks
Ate the whole clique, anything we want we can get bitch
[Daz]
Havin money, bitches, cars
Slangin pussy on the boulevard
Oh my God
[K] Smash and dip, gangstas on the gangsta shit, G'd as fuck
[D] Blastin niggaz for iron as Buck in the cut with the M14
[K] Guarunteed to get what we need to get, shootin shit
[Both] And shit happens!
[talking]
Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head
No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!)
Aww cous' you heard about what happened to cous' over there on 14th
(What happened?) Aww man (Shit happens!)
Man the nigga killed hisself, man soutside suicide man
Man he couldn't live with this shit (Shit happens!)
Man that nigga got shot square in the head, homeboy
Square in the head, I saw it last week, ya don't know? (Bitch!)
[K] Watch yo' ass!
[D] Better watch - yo' - ass!
[D] Shit happens boy
[K] Shit happens boy
[K] It could happen to me
[K] It could happen to you
[K] This a public service announcement
[K] We hood to hood
[K] Don't come, to our hood nigga
[K] Cuz in our hood (SHIT) happens
[Chorus: x2]
When we ride, we creep
Bang this shit in yo' Jeep
Nigga when we slide, you'll see
Can't do pimpin' like me
[Daz Dillinger:]
When we ride, you'll know
When you see a gangsta puffin' that 'dro
That's when ya die, real slow
When the shells drop from the fo'-fo'
We caught him slippin' at his mama house
That's how it is motherfucker when the drama's out
Retaliate and conversate with nothin' but guns
To let you and your niggaz know that I ain't the one
Gorilla black, I'll stack 'em and click 'em
Click 'em and clack 'em
Body tap 'em and wrap 'em, you niggaz ain't active
Long Beach the city of Crip gangsta criminals
When we cross path nigga this is what I do to you
.22 (freeze!) hit you low, blow half your back out
Stand over you bitch ass niggaz with my gat out
Dumpin' them shells, y'all know where we dwell
Eastside motherfucker (send 'em all to hell)
[Chorus: x2]
When we ride, we creep
Bang this shit in yo' Jeep
Nigga when we slide, you'll see
Can't do pimpin' like me
[Kurupt:]
See I ride, I creep
I'll put ya bitch ass to sleep
Hit up the squad, nigga D.P.
D.P.G.C. G's
What the fuck you wanna do nigga, get 'em up
We gon' have to beat this nigga up
and show him not to fuck with these D.P.G. amazons and natives
And set an example - trample, stomp and K 'em
This is what it is, nothin' but D.P.G. fo' shiz
I'm listenin' to this nigga talkin' all that there
The nigga so loud I can't help but hear
So I just walked on over and said
"Shut the fuck up" and told this bitch to come here
Cause this is how we do it in the D.P.G.
Crack a bitch and keep it rollin'
and keep it one hundred up in the streets
See we ride
[Chorus: x2]
When we ride, we creep
Bang this shit in yo' Jeep
Nigga when we slide, you'll see
[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the ghetto, when I was livin' low
When it was all about your cash flow
Mind over matter, money over bitches
Young, hard, top dogg, '6-4 with all the switches
Catatonic, automatic backpack packin'
I had tactics to enhance my chips drastic
I touched the school grounds, hollerin' "Let's Play House"
Bumpin' Dogg Food on my dogg's on they way out
This is my zone, so stay out
Tryin' to invades, gettin' old and played out
I gots the - cutest skirts that like to flirt
When the heat's hot, the panties droppin' to the dirt
Fly as a Maserati
What's up baby, this Daz Dillinger
And my name's Young Gotti
[Daz Dillinger]
It's about lunch time, bail out of class, what it see like?
Mob down the hall, me and my dogg's into street life
Cause ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
School trouble-maker, pickin' for a street fight
Who rock the spot, who rock the spot? - Young Daz
All alone, I'm down to mash, my jealous school mates mad
Bail with a hardcore attitude, be on a attitude, a rude boy
Gangsta puts it down so harsh on the crew
Those who disobey the laws should pay the consequences
Your punishment's are swat's, detention, or suspension
45 minute detention, and I'm still in effect
I'm on my way back to gym, I spot my girl, little Kim
I get the digits, tell Young Gotti let's ride
Five minutes left, we all bombed out fully and high
[Kurupt]
Soon as the bell rings, I got a song to sing
I got future plans of smugglin' gram's and ki's
I missed my first class, my thoughts flooded with visions of cash
And my rivalries, intentions to mash
With these goofy ass hoes
Goofy ass MC's and goofy ass flows
Wannabe G's, how you gon' roam like you hard?
You in my zone nigga, I own the school yard
A high school grad - nah I'm a high school mack
Rollin' to my high school with a mack, gettin' high off contact
I want your name and your number 'cause you look kinda new
I don't recognize your face, did you come from a different school?
I had to get it all clear since we all here
Fattest ass I seen all year
I'm all up on her, like socks and shoes
With a glock and the game of a gangsta, I can't lose
[Outro: Daz]
Let's catch the bus man, we outta here
We headed back to the hood
See y'all tomorrow
Have my money, have my lunch
What is reality?
Motherfuckers out here don't know shit
They ain't tryin' to know shit
Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin' to represent
Get my motherfuckin' paper
You don't think so? Well, then fuck you, hoe
'Cause I'm ridin' on trucks, banked all that type of shit
Gotta get paid motherfucker
Fuck dreamin' the same dreams, bein' down for the same team
When it seems to be reality is just a dream
Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise?
So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
While my mind tellin' me "should I not", or "should I peel it?"
What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth
Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life
'Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
Will money be the root of my destruction?
Without the money I can't even seem to function
Now there's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
As complex as the situation gets
I remain, I maintain, ain't that much strain
To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
Ahh shit, I don't believe this
Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin' to pull a twist
But ain't that much twistin' in existence
And this is how you show me love
It shows me exactly what money's capable of
Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin'
and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
For jackers only come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
I'm back with the fifth of Henn
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
In the world of madness, will my composure be the same
Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up
For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck
Daily it enhances the penitentiary chances
To survive in nineteen ninety-five
So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
To survive nowadays
Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
'Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again
Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
It irks me, strenuous controversy
What's next on the list to complete
After all this shit that popped off on the street
And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
'Cause what I represent I represent 'til I die
It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of Hennessey
Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
Leave 'em layin' stiff if they ain't on IV's
I beez the hardest, regardless fool
Livin' life day and night stayin' hard and cruel
Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits
It's no remorse when you cross my course
I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
Don't resorts, to thinkin' you could get with this
Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
Mista Tray Dee, from L O N G
B E A C H, where the hardest gangstas be
Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
'Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, there's nowhere for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
[Kurupt]
Give me a - piece of mind, a nickel, a nine
Somethin' to chip a nigga from ankle to spine
We mobbin' niggaz, if they try to bring up the past
Unless they talkin' 'bout '95 Kurupt and Daz
Unless they talk about '92, 3, or 4
We shatterin' motherfuckers like car windows
Did you know we was back?... back in the 'Llac
Tossin' sacks back and forth like a quarterback jackin'
Bitches eat dicks like pickles
If I'ma go out, I'm goin' out like Brian Nickels
I'm sick of the games, nigga I'm sick and deranged
Poppin' that bullshit will get you hit with them thangs
I'm sick with them thangs, I ain't got no patience left
Without a pistol, light niggaz like crystal meth
You thought niggaz was a joke 'cause of the liqour and smoke?
Quicker to knock niggaz, sicker than leukemia, loc
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Push back, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z
D.P. motherfuckin' G.C.
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout?
Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
Dogg Pound
[Daz Dillinger]
Who want it like never before?
You know the bullshit stop when we walk through the door
Malicious and viscous, I'm dishin' out the slugs that be spittin'
You know me and my nigga Young Gotti, yeah we back on a mission
We ridin' with somethin' fully automatic, lettin' them niggaz have it
Boom-boom motherfucker, you ain't the fuckin' baddest
Nobody, Daz Dillinger, my nigga Young Gotti
12-gauge shotty shootin' up the party
Dilly illy, beat a nigga with a billy club
Yeah I'm gangsta nigga, I represent for the thugs
Cause I get sick when I lose it, check out the way I abuse it
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz, yeah that gangsta music
Cruisin' in the fastlane, stupid, dumb, and insane
Yeah them D.P.G. niggaz, we back with the gang
Yeah, Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz is back
Motherfucker, so lay down flat (blaow!)
It's like that, sicker where I come from
Dogg Pound Gangstas nigga, you don't want none
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Push back, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z
D.P. motherfuckin' G.C.
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout?
Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
Dogg Pound
[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah!, you know the Dogg Pound is back up in this motherfucker
doin' what the fuck we know what we supposed to nigga
Blaze up the motherfuckin' weed!
I inhale the smoke, blow it out, nigga keep puffin'
Enough ain't enough, nigga so keep on bustin'
[Kurupt]
What the fuck's wrong with you niggaz, bustas
That's why we don't get along with you niggaz, motherfucker
[Daz Dillinger]
I park the 'Llac by the curb, my D's shinin'
Re-designin' my format, you already know that
[Kurupt]
Blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you lookin' at
L.T. dropped the beat, me and D-A-Z complete
[Daz Dillinger]
We serious and furious when we on the trigger
Them Dogg Pound niggaz they carry nine millimeters
[Kurupt]
What the fuck you thought it was, we in to carmelitas
We never leave the house without indica and heaters
[Daz Dillinger]
Cause we can't hold back, niggaz just know that
[Kurupt]
Low like low jack, and Dogg Pound throwbacks
[Daz Dillinger]
(Ride) - to the motherfuckin' fullest
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ridin' and tossin' bullets
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Push back, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z
D.P. motherfuckin' G.C.
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout?
Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
[Kurupt]
(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking? Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up!
(Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh)
Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience multiple gun shots
Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots
Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots
Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast
Smash boom batter and crash
Shells spread from head to head like rashes
When it clashes
Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes
Drive by's drive by night and day
The homie grill in the drive by night and day
For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die
Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry
Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by
But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry
I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds
Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds
[Chorus]
My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears)
I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear)
[Slip Capone]
We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight
I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry
Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me
If I catch a ? and let me rest in peace
I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain
Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane
But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head
Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead
All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets
Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased
Go through up and down those in heaven above
Those scattered shot myself and those who I love
If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone
Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone
Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt
Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth
Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world
Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls
It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high
Life's a long ride, but we all die
Cuz my heart don't pump no fear
And I ain't scared of nobody out here
God hates a coward they told me that when I was young
And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's)
So if we come in the back come equipped
Run, hide, and duck quick
Before we shake your shit
Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped
I get a grip
50100's and count it up
Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut
Who got the flavor can't control my behavior
Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges
Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody)
Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous
With a tommy gun it reminds ya son
The battle cry's and war drums it just begun
Vicious as an alligator the street major
No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody)
Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark
And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks
[Chorus]
(Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh)
My heart don't pump no fear
[Intro: D-Pryde]
Hands up in the air
I just want the - I just want the
Baddest girl in the world right here on my lap
[Hook: D-Pryde]
And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a-I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last
Swear I'm a- Swear I'm a do it like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
[Verse 1: D-Pryde]
They tell my I ain't love it, they ain't thrilled to see the truth
Wanna see determination, boy I'm living breathing proof
My spirits in the booth, I'm desperate for this feeling
Make the lips look cheerio-ish, when I step up in the building like, ooh oh
He's bout to drop the sound, I would-I would-I would-I would chop it down
I knew mama wouldn't see her little kid in college now
She'd rather see her son, just spend a milli on a house
I'm working with no sleep cause this my passion fighting
Hard cause with success comes with a great amount of sacrifices
So once I grab the Mic, I afterlife it, ask your wifey
I don't even battle, I shackle past you and rap it tighter
I've got an appetite for flashing lights up in my way
But I'm starvin' like Marvin out for the winner's place
I'm bout to break it in, I'm striving to be famous
Cause once I make it, I'm a rub it straight up in your face!
[Hook: D-Pryde]
I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a-I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last
Swear I'm a- Swear I'm a do it like I-like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
All-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
[Verse 2: D-Pryde]
I'm workin' 50 times harder cause I quit sleep
They told me push it, cause now I'm in the big leagues
I over qualify my status, boy I'm too worthy
I'm getting bigger baby, same game, new jersey
My mama told me that you gotta go through worst
To postion to the best, so I followed by her words
They gotta follow or die, Oh
If not they 'bout to swallow they pride, pause
I'm working for the spot they put Biggie at
I'm just a Jackie Chan-ish dog, with a chigga rap
Nowadays the black community ain't into that
But once they here a punchline, they go listen back, Oh
And Mama, I'm a do it for the fam
I grew outta' my size 32s and I'm a man
I'm a do it for my city, I'm a do it cause I planned it all 3 years ago
And baby, I'm a do it cause I can, put your hands up
[Hook: D-Pryde]
Hands up in the air
I just want the - I just want the
Baddest girl in the world right here on my lap
And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a-I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last
Swear I'm a- Swear I'm a do it like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Hey!
All-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
[Outro: D-Pryde]
We stay grindin', we stay hustlin'
I work too hard, to be carin' 'bout a budget
Me and my people do it big, out in public
If you ain't going in, you ain't sayin' nothing
And I'm a hit this drink up like it's my last
I'm a hit this night up like it's my last
I'm a-I'm a hit that ass up, like it's my last
Swear I'm a- Swear I'm a do it like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
All-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
Like I-Like I never had it at all-all-all-all, all-all-all-all
I miss you mom, R.I.P. RAPRAP
D'Angelo, I got 'em
[Verse: D-Pryde]
They call me Mister Mister Prizzy getting iffy with yo chicky
Ask her do you like my body body body? Anna Nikki
I'm Leonardo Davincci turn you rappers into minced meat
And balling like a Hornet when I say my lyrics krispy
Bass still bumpin' you can bring on up your best rhymes
Spitting like a threat I just rip out your intestines
I be I be I be starting drama
Popping proper and your girlfriend choosing fast
She a rama-dama mama
My music gives you the pleasure and got you in amazement (oh my god)
Wanna really beat your ass as doma dominatrix
You showed up to the party but I got way hotter mommies
Wait you left home empty handed?
Well we just rocked the same-ish
Thang is I'm never rockin' over priced clothes
I stay lower budget clothed from my dome to my toes
Maybe it's my snazzy-ness it's super nice amaze-able
Maybe it's my geeky-ness or maybe it's the way I talk
Think about it this dear you think it's weird
I may an all asian the two thing this year (asian)
And yeah I might be sick in it
Maybe you can play me if your little future kids are mixed
You got a light skin thick thighs
Your baby gon' be eating rice all chink eyed
Oh that's your girl? I address that girl as Ms. Pryde
Pull her ten feet closer I'm gonna start to yell out IT'S MINE!
Transformin' on beats you can call me Optimis Prime
Squeaky clean lyrics got my sick lines spit shined
Homie is my tick time
Walking like something's wrong
Twenty dollar outfit with a Louie belt buttoned on (on)
I met ya'll brag they be like why you do that?
I'm like that's my swag
My style ain't generic I'm too good and I cold
I'm the reason why your girlfriend wanna put you on hold (on hold)
I don't play girls that ain't what I'm really like
I just take 'em if their men don't treat 'em right
So if she never calls you can blame my personality
She about to the one (one) comin' home with me tonight
Play around and said it
At this moment I be relishing
To get you pissed I'll waste a couple bars for the hell of it
Bammer Bammer Bammer Bammer Bammer
Woo Woo
Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga
Choo Choo
The Far East Movement all you dudes are hardly hittin
Mister D to the Prizzy
I'm the Asian Barney Simpson (huh huh)
I think I'm Neil Harris
You got a weak appearance
Flow is so evil you can run and tell the people that I'm
[Hook:]
Mr. Mr. Prizzy, hello hello (hello)
I've been doing this thing since the get go, get go (get go)
I'm coolest if you didn't get the memo memo (memo)
And If you didn't hear me
My name is Mr. Prizzy Prizzy
Mr. Mr. Prizzy hello hello hello
I've been doing this thing since the get go, get go (get go)
I'm the coolest if you didn't get the Memo memo (memo)
And if you didn't hear me my name is Mr. Prizzy, yeah
Yeah Mars music
I love the fans too
I'm the reason yo girl pick me
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at bitch niggaz 'cause it's nothin' to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't shit to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't shit, it ain't nothin' but G's
('cause I'm a gangsta)
[Kurupt:]
Growin' and gainin', postin' and bangin'
Holsters and chambers, toasters and laser
beam operated cannons, to keep everything outside outside
The homies dumpin' round the outside
Me and Daz is on a mission, tell me what ya think
Fuck the world nigga, we raidin' federal banks
It's the only way to get some fuckin' money nowadays
Off of five, off of ten, off of twenty nowadays
Off of nine, get me nine, get the nine, nina pop
Fuck around and get your femur chipped - stop, open up
Or you get your motherfuckin' whole front opened up
From your motherfuckin' navel to your motherfuckin' hairline
Seperated in sections, look up, open lungs
Since the days of shootin' muskets, I done been bustin'
Lookin' at the law in they eyes like "fuck it, it's nothin"
Face to face shootin' and dumpin', dippin' and duckin'
You see I -
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at bitch niggaz 'cause it's nothin' to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't shit to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't shit, it ain't nothin' but G's
('cause I'm a gangsta)
[Daz Dillinger:]
A quarter ki and two pounds with the fifty rounds
We'll spray ya from the ceiling, spray ya down to the ground
I'm vicious my nigga, you know I have no feelings
Check out the news for the next notorious Dogg Pound killin'
I'm mill'd out, I'm thugged out
Learned to grip a pistol from niggaz who fresh out
I'm loc'd up, I'm loc'd up
Ready for our provokers, niggaz gotta die for it
I put it down from the barrel, niggaz path is narrow
My aim sharp as an arrow, motherfucker I dare ya
Step up, feel the wrath of Al-Qaeda
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti - them Dogg Pound riders
We on fire, torch y'all niggaz to death
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, we the last niggaz left
Original click, two semi clips, yeah I love this shit
Plus a agua stick, nigga we runnin' this shit
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at bitch niggaz 'cause it's nothin' to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't shit to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't shit, it ain't nothin' but G's
('cause I'm a gangsta)
[Kurupt:]
Sippin' on Thunderchicken in my neighborhood gear
Like what's happenin' motherfucker, there's a hood up in here
Straight Dogg Pound' out like what's it about
You or me? Or is it 'bout what's goin' on now?
I got somethin' here nigga that'll force the crowd
to U-turn motherfucker, immediately, like now
There's only a few people who knows what's goin' down
The rest is headed the opposite direction right now
We hell hounds
[Daz Dillinger:]
Niggaz is hell bound, throwin' 'em in the fire
My desire's to keep a strap ('cause these niggaz be liars)
I'm required to keep a strap 'cause these niggaz be wired
You know I'll keep it G until the day I expire
You know the gang code, we catch 'em slippin', let the gat explode
Now he drop to his knees nigga, now the story told
Open book, the public lookin', lay dead on the pavement
He prayed all day, but the Lord couldn't save him
All the dumb shit he did caught up to him bitch
Now he's shot up as swiss cheese, found in a ditch
Pass a couple of they homies, now we empty the clip
Nigga this Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip
Niggaz know now
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at bitch niggaz 'cause it's nothin' to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't shit to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't shit, it ain't nothin' but G's
[Chorus: Ahmir]
It may not mean nothing to y'all. (To y'all)
But understand nothing was done for me,
So I don't plan on stopping at all.
I want this shit forever man.
Sellin' this shit down at the mall,
They tell me down there,
Because they tell me she's the one for me,
And I ain't even planning call,
I want this shit forever man.
[Traphik:]
I gotta question
Can anybody answer it?
Who gotta flow sicker than cannibus if he was cancerous
Cameras get to flashing with
Every single new fan I get
Granny gets her panties wet
Seducing your mom 'til the family splits
I'm on a mission to take each girl
Ride her strong I've been savage like boy meets world
Jump on it like Apaches
I'm screaming out Geronimo
Obama flow
If you got boys I'm shutting 'em down Guantanamo
I speak the truth and that's why you scared
To mc's I'm E you see I'm you squared
And my bars is too heavy I don't need no muscles
I put pride in my tracks and I ain't talking 'bout Russell
My new shit is too hot
Y'all dudes be the phoniest
I'm too sick
My flu shot will give y'all dystonia.
We all know that hip-hop was starting to die
I'm taking it back for the future like Marty McFly
I do it for my peoples and they proud when I'm rappin'.
And tonight we gone party like it's 2011
[Dyme-A-Duzin:]
Back mr. lyrically obscene and out of order,
2 milli I did it like Eli Porter,
After two videos crushing hip-hop sites,
Got the game on smash and I'm a world star,
Right,
And now rappers is using smilies to represent 'em
I think they biting but I don't mind 'em I pay attention
The blaze is dying something and need dime'up for some assistance
And they're just uptight because they're subscribers is single digits
For the losers,
I exude super fresh the tits embedded
Like the implants that's in the hooters
I know I'm random but,
What's more your marketing scandal
Or attempt to diss and then soundin' like soulja boy jr.
I'm skeetin' on your forum
Your blog can give me a b-job as I generate a code for support
The illest on the internet
And you ain't get it yet
Even in the present the president's rockin'
You wanna see it?
[Dumbfounded:]
Call me youtube's Lebron James
I'm shooting for the stars and my bullets go long range
I have the heart of avatar and battle scars to prove it
Y'all just opened up a can of worms and I'm 'a start to lose it
Gotta bigger brain than Lil' Wayne
Make Drizzy sound like lil' zane
Make Eminem sound simple and throw Kanye out the window pane
I don't mean no disrespect
Recognize this kid is next
The internet's a little step to records, sex and bigger checks
Serve the world a la carte
See my victims fall apart
Y'all got fifteen seconds got long distance on my calling card
Rockwell over thousand shows,
Shock foreigners from round the globe
Apocalypse flow 2012
Y'all never heard dumbfounded though
Let me teach y'all a thing or two
Make y'all look like English students.
Never thought you needed tutors, untill you heard the teacher's stupid.
Witness a man in his prime
Doing his shit one fan at a time
Standing in line I ain't taking shortcuts
Y'all are slow so take the shortbus
For us buyers you can call me the people's champ
Livin' the dream for all y'all out there scared to take a chance
Dumbfounded
[Prince Ea:]
Do I want this shit forever?
Or just a couple seasons
Maybe neither
Maybe I should crash my jeep now
And wake from dreamin'
I'm doing eighty even speeding down these corners burning rubber
I can feel Satan breathing down my neck
They're just pleading for me to stop but I can't
This shit is crazy
And there's the cops, aww fuck I can't believe it.
I ain't stopping no
I ain't going back up in that prison
Plus I left the heater underneath the seat since the weekend
See you wonder why us famous people always stay with needles
It's 'cause this life right here is crazy homie believe it
After I sign a deal I didn't have to raise a finger
Everybody did what I said
'Cause what I said they believed it
All them fellas show me love
And all the women show me cleavage
The kids knew all my songs word for word and said I was Jesus
But I wasn't leading them to freedom
I was teaching them to keep reaching for things
With no significance and meaning
It was greed that made me poison my own people with these records
I gotta end it all fuck it no more being selfish
The bridge is just after this intersection
So do I want this shit forever?
Nah just a couple more seconds
[D-Pryde:]
And this is what you all been waiting for
I'm patient but I'm gonna just take it, the lyrical asian
Is gonna make things feel sore.
Play this all you racists I'm 'a go show you who's the nut in town
Shut it down
Boom I'm a' show all you why I fuck around
And now the end is near
Put you all in trembling fear
To all you who think I'm cocky and fucking obnoxious
Let me just get this clear
That shit is old news
I don't bow to no dude,
Wanna call me cocky
Come and put yourself in my cold shoes
A punch line doesn't make me major or ruthless
All I need to do is be real into what I say in my music
They used to make fun of my dreams
And they would say that they're stupid
But now I mastered entertainment
Bet you name it I do it
And I've crossed so much in this field to get success
I wonder when the fuck am I gonna really give up yet
But people call me out and think I stand there,
But fuck that
It's time to take a stand 'cause I'm a man with enough stress
In these fighting generations
Show everyone I'm famous
Displaying the fact I'm crazy
I'm raised up in entertainment
To all you racist haters and fakers who think you're major
Get your knees on, shaked. Embrace it.
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It's that D.P.G.C. music
Pop it in your deck, bounce, don't abuse it
Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
Doggy Biscuits, khaki'd up in black hoodie
Let me see you do what them G's do
Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
[Kurupt]
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma bang in a beret
Throw everything I got up, first to fade
Hood hop, I'm bouncin' in Bigg Hump's drop
Riders, rollin' through the streets and each block
Reach out, get touched, get banged and bust'
Runnin' up on these niggaz like "nigga what up"
Get choked, get broke, get hogtied
And we gon' show you how the real hoggs ride
[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, the way that we be blastin' they all die
They made no offer 'cause they all try
Bang to the boogie 'cause we boogie to bang
Up jump the boogie 'cause we boogie to bang
With the gangsta swang, like this
Move it all around, throw your sets up
Do the Dogg Pound - get up
Gangsta gangsta, the G's is here
You know what's goin' down when the G's appear
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It's that D.P.G.C. music
Pop it in your deck, bounce, don't abuse it
Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
Doggy Biscuits, khaki'd up in black hoodie
Let me see you do what them G's do
Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
[Kurupt]
Nigga, Chevy Impala, Monte Carlo, El Camino
I'ma scrape and peel - in that 2006 Snoop DeVille
Rider music, my lil' nigga Big Tri cuhz
is up in this bitch in khakis and Chucks
I'ma bang on these niggaz, I'ma ride 'til I die
I'ma cause a riot right now, so press fire
They bangin' in New York now nigga
We international gang bang figgas
And we don't trip off bitch ass niggaz
[Daz Dillinger]
And to solve them problems, we bust them triggers
So we the G niggaz who don't give a fuck
We come through you're block like "yo what up"
I keep it hood everyday all day the Crip way
D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D
You know I'm stompin', bumpin' my music so loud
Cause that's what I do, you know I move the crowd
I'm on the prowl like a lion or cheetah
It's Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt, motherfucker
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It's that D.P.G.C. music
Pop it in your deck, bounce, don't abuse it
Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
Doggy Biscuits, khaki'd up in black hoodie
Let me see you do what them G's do
Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
Hoodstars, Dogg Pound, yeah you know who we are
[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, stand up, get yo' ass off the wall
Niggaz makin' money, yeah we ballin' to fall
Three vodka pineapple and a bottle of this
And my nigga Young Gotti just swallowed a fifth
Uh, you know everywhere we go we hearin' it
That me and my click is the shiznit
Catch a slug or give me some love
This is how we do it when we up in the club
Gangstas, killers, hustlers and thugs
[Kurupt]
What it is, what it was, what's crackin' cuhz?
Slauson twist - tequila and grapefruit mix
This is it, G shit, tuck or spit
Don't trip, I dare you to do what you did
Last night, when you was talkin' shit all night
Like there was nothin' wrong, everything was right
All ball, now you in the homies zone
It's on, I'ma show you where you went wrong
The first thing you shoulda did nigga was take off
But you didn't, now I'ma show you consequences
We used to jackin' niggaz, jumpin' over walls and fences
Relentless, winners, losses ain't in us
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It's that D.P.G.C. music
Pop it in your deck, bounce, don't abuse it
Rock to the rhythm, let me see you boogie
Doggy Biscuits, khaki'd up in black hoodie
Let me see you do what them G's do
Throw up your hood motherfucker, let me see you
O.G.'s, B.G.'s, represent that hard
Last night I took the hooptie for a ride,
Ready for a road trip
Aye, I'm on the highway,
Sittin' sideways,
Feelin' focused
I'm on the road,
Haters be in my rear view vision
Keepin' self toward in this weird new distance
The top's lookin' closer as I breathe deepstress
Pin pointing my new road in my GPS, & ventured out
Over the speedlimit,
Why not?
Where my heart used to be I got a ice box
Feelin' depressed and I'll be missin' no doubt,
But you gotta go through hell before you chill in the clouds
Got my key in ignition,
So I'm speeding and swerving and this life we live in nobody's peaceful and perfect
I'm tryna speed to my goal [?]
Ain't no traffic in my way,
I'm rollin' smoothly
They really say I'm whack but they will not control this movie,
If you make this road slippery I'm Kristi Yamaguchi!
Yeah, desires burning,
I am certain,
Time for work,
I change my gears,
Tires burnin' & Ah
I got my foot on the gas,
Got my eye on the road
And Baby I'm speedin',
Tell them all "Here I go"
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes, no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes,
No brakes,
Accelerate
I'm goin' away...
Ain't nobody gettin' in the way of my day,
I'm in a car with no brakes on the highway
Ayyee, everythin' is feelin' right and alive,
Even though got no license to drive
I put my head into this goal & I'm a clash through it
And over pass any man who says I can't do it
Over lookin' all this trouble as I burst by,
And I never claim street I claim world wide
When I'm in danger I still feel hyper,
Cause I'm pushing negativity with windshield wipers
I love my life too much for me to stand by,
Livin' the fast life speedin' past and that's why
Last night I took the hooptie for a ride,
Ready for a roadtrip
Aye, I'm on the highway,
Sittin' sideways,
Feelin' focused
(Yeeaahhh)
I got my foot on the gas,
Got my eye on the road
And Baby I'm speedin',
Tell them all "Here I go"
(Here I go here I go)
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes, no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes
No brakes
Accelerate
I'm goin' away
I'm goin' away
I got my foot on the gas
And my eye on the road
Baby I'm speedin' tell em'
"Here I go" (here I go)
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes
No brakes
Accelerate
[Intro: Daz (Kurupt)]
Psss... yeah...
It's about time served y'all bitch ass niggaz
Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya'll bitch ass niggaz everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)
187 killin', everyday all day
I'm comin out!
[Daz Dillinger]
Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get back
Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat
Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin' to greet you in the dark
I won't mislead you when you seein' the sparks
Dustin' off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus
Can't touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's blast with intentions, leavin' y'all missing in action
Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards
Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer
Cuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars
Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife
To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life
Seven tec's, I earn repect, you chin check the rep -
Or die when your bitch ass step
I take precaution, stalkin' these streets, flossin' and ballin'
Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin' for keeps
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead
You can't hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won't stop 'til every busta and sucka drop
Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin' the block
Rocks blast the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin' what we got and clock your own knock
Grindin', perfectin', and shinin' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds
Blind ya when we come up behind ya
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger (female singer)]
Here we are... (here we are)
And there they are... (there they are)
Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya [gun shot]
Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya [gun shot]
[Daz Dillinger]
My philosophy's unheard of, I choreographered the murderer
My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready it's hereditary
Layin' 'em down dead up in the mortuary
Families mourn, another life is gone
Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born
Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could
We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac's {*gun shot*}
Don't ever ever come back, just to show me where it's at
Off the rack comes the gauge -
Buck sprays and AK's retaliate in a major way
We in the land where it's man for man, clan for clan
Simple mistakes - you'll end up dead (say what?)
I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips
Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin' no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail
Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tell
Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails
C'd up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G'd up
On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta
My kids got enemies now because of they father
[Chorus x2]
[Daz Dillinger]
Smokin', loaded, and fucked up, I ain't lucked up
On some niggaz who try to get bucked
In the fashion, the blastin', it's hard to imagine the cash
And known niggaz who be actin' like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew
To come do what they do, and put in work on you
Semi-automatic cause static
Static's inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day
You want trouble? HA HA, let's bring it quick, fast
And dash and blast up on they bitch ass
Adios as his ass got smoked -
He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost...
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)
Cause to me and my homeboy's ya'll just some punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga, come get it
Slowly but surely, homie you ain't never forget it
How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine
Livin' the life of crime where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this
We the shit... blow your fuckin' crew to bits
[Chorus x3: w/ variations]
[Outro: Daz]
Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here
Jump out, serve his ass [gun shot]
[Kurupt]
Daz, come check it out
Nigga, where the carat, nigga?
Tear that ass up, yeah, honey you like that uh
Oh yeah, huh, oh, bust a nut, hold it, hold it
Oh, I'ma bust a nut in your motherfuckin mouth
Hold on, take this motherfucker
(Ooooh, my pussy)
What the fuck then? I'ma bust that in your motherfucker
*both climax*
(I got the bomb)
Ooh, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Ooooh, you got some bomb
Bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (yeah I got some bomb azz pussy)
*repeat 4X*
The bar is closed, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Have you ever have you ever had some bomb pussy? *repeat 4X*
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I took a trip to the other side of the planet
Fuckin hoes in Japan didn't understand it
Joe Cool is my witness and the homey Style
Blowin Saki part one, gettin buckwild
with some hoes from the other side of the globe
I mean this bitch pussy so tight it's fittin like a glove
Could it be a small case of puppy love you see?
(Snoop Doggy I love you) Hey bitch you ain't in love with me
[Kurupt]
Now if I fucked yo' bitch, would a nigga trip?
Did you know your hoe's goin round blowin niggaz dicks?
Now would you trip? Now trip I can, I go back
to when me and Daz was chillin in Atlanta
Atlanta was the place to be, see it was bitches and shit
we had a, show to go do down at the FreakNik, we had a
bitch, that was all up on our dicks
Cause she knew about the homey and she knew about the Click
I'm Kurupt, and that's Dat Nigga Daz
And that's the homey El, so what's poppin with the azz
(Snoop: Got some bomb azz pussy)
Bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (Snoop: I heard that)
(I got the bomb)
Bitch you got the bomb (Snoop: Shit, you got the bomb azz pussy)
(Yeah I got the bomb)
I heard you got some bomb (Snoop: My homeboy told me)
(Yeah, I got that bomb)
Bitch you got the bomb (Snoop: He said you got some bomb)
(Yeah I got that bomb azz pussy, yeah give it here)
(Snoop: Oooh, shit you got some bomb azz pussy)
(Yeah, I got the bomb)
(Snoop: Don't front, I know you got the bomb)
(Yeah, I got the bomb)
(Snoop: Yeah, I smell it, can I inhale it?)
(Uh-huh, I got the bomb)
(Snoop: Let you tell it, I know you got
some bomb azz pussy)
[Dat Nigga Daz]
You know sometimes
The pussy gets to callin me man
And the pussy be like Daz...
And I respond to the pussy like, what's happenin?
And you can fuck me, and fuck my cousin
And fuck Nate
Then fuck everyone of my motherfuckin homies, in the DPG
Shhhh
Now tell the homies what's happenin hoe, for real
Show me some sex and affection and lick me down slow ya know
That's what I want, that's what I need
Now I'd only satisfy you to fulfill my needs
The hoe get to suckin, five minutes later be get to fuckin
Now the hoe shocked, me just slipped off the rubber
I said OOOH (oooh), NOO (noo)
While I bust a hellified superfied nut, I had to go
Straight pimpin in the city, shakin ass and titties
Some bitches had the bomb puss, but some bitches didn't
Now have you ever...
(Have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
That make you wanna scream Dogg Pound) *repeat 4X*
A player only plays for so long, then he's played out
A hustler only hustles for so long, then he's hustled out
A pimp only pimps for so long and that's for life
For all the pimps I've known it's been pimp or die
A whore, a whore only whores for so long, before she's whored out
Put that on this life
To play these games on the field of life
Is a very hard game to play on
Yeah, put that on somethin'
That's so damn flossy like a trip to the tailor and the parlor
Don't even matter about the dollar
When I hit the streets the whores gon' holler
If dripping wool is gonna shine to blind
Hypnotically to the flow of my pen
It's gonna let you know that I come to peel with my whore
But somebody's gotta do it, somebody's gotta win at it
Because the game's never gonna stop
Champagne bottles gonna still be popped
Like the players at the top of their game
Like Daz, Kurupt, the Pound
Put that on this life, yeah
And a girl can give up that ass for free, for only so long
Then she's labeled a whore, might as well get paid
'Cause treasure is the pleasure that the girl sells all day
Better hit the corner, let's get La-Di-Da-Di
Pay me enough money so I can share it with everybody
Like La-Di-Da-Di, let's go and have this party
Like the Megatron Mack from the year two thousand
Yeah, we bringin' it back, we bringin' it back
Cool we
[Daz]
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H
You're jus a bitch (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a bitch (B-I-T-C-H)
I met her way back when on tour, day ten
I had her bent over backwards, her and her best friend
I was doin her in, makin me cum again and again and again and again
Havin a bomb while baby ate my balls
Gobbling all, dick all in her jaws
And you know after I nut
I gotta get the fuck up and hit the cut, bitch
You always 'll be a ho that I know
When it shows in your attitude, it shows in your clothes
Look at her lookin cute in the Channel leather boots
And her pussy got juicer than a Juicy Fruit
Dick gobbler, nut swallower
You know the bitch is a real top scholar
Off ecstacy baby fuckin the best of me
Beyoncé is my Destiny
You're jus a bitch
You're jus a bitch
[Kurupt] Bitch
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a bitch
[Kurupt]
She's just a perfect ball blower
I'm a fuckin it up
See all you'll ever be is a bitch to Kurupt
Put it in perspective, all she wanna do is eat some
Put it in perspective, all the bullet do is feed some
Put it in perspective, all I wanna do is beat some
So before I beat it, you can eat it, bitch
These bitches nowadays ain't right
Still havin a good time, all they wanna do is fight
But I ain't got time for it, I'm a say it again
See I ain't got time for it, nor the money to spend
But you bitch, let me tell you what you could do bitch
And all you'll ever be to me and my crew bitch
A dust bag, dirtier than the motherfuckin dirt
Or I could rat, only good for hittin from the back
Scandalous than a motherfuckin fat bitch
Pro'ly would a ate the homie's dick if ain't crackin so quick
[Daz]
You're jus a bitch (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a bitch (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a bitch
[Daz] Can I get some pussy tonight
[Daz] A hour before my flight, is it alright?
[Kurupt] Is it all cool?
[Kurupt] Can we pull in the drive
[Kurupt] and then fuck in the back of my Lexus truck, bitch
[Daz] Get my dick sucked in the back of the pool
[Daz] Been fuckin since pre-school, I'm a motherfuckin fool
[Kurupt] Fool
[Daz] A bitch is a bitch
[Kurupt] Bitch
[Daz] And now can my dick play wit your clit?
[Kurupt] The bitch love dat shit
[Daz] Yeah
[Kurupt] And I won't be thinkin like dis hit
[Kurupt] Be nuts on Tuesday
[Kurupt] And leavin with two women to twist
[Daz] Yeah
[Kurupt] You still chasin bitches in pre-school
[Kurupt] I used to do that, but if it ain't over to me homie
[Kurupt] Then it just ain't cool
[Daz]
You're jus a bitch
Bitch got some big ass motherfuckin legs
You're jus a bitch
Oooooo, girl she know how to suck a diack
You're jus a bitch
She was eatin a home girl pussy, freakin it out with a dildo in her ass
You're jus a bitch
Yeah freak mama number one n-nasty
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H)
[Chorus x4]
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches
[Kurupt]
Pussy makes the world go 'round, knock that pussy up and down
Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast
(Fuck em right) Fuck em Daz, work that pussy, slap that ass (Oh)
Put my dick right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt
[Daz]
This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill)
Move it in and out and give em what you will
All the hoes actin moody, stick my dick up in her coochie
If that hole get played out, stick my dick up in her booty
Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that
If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at
[Verse 1:]
It ain't a joke when I say your the one I love
But when I look at your face I can't get enough
The feeling of just thinkin bout your face and charm
Gets me to protect you and try to keep you from harm
I gave you my rose, you never gave it back
I see the games your man plays, I ain't playin that
I ain't stayin back, I'm a keep layin tracks,
Until you find my rose and find where it's at
[Chorus:]
My Love
Don't you know your all that I think of
Many days have gone I'm away from you
Said you'd be at home, just waiting by the phone
And still ain't talked to you
Why Love
Thought we understood that my hearts true
I'm running out of time, girl I need you
Spendin my last time, I'm not gonna sleep tonight
Till I hear your voice
Where is my rose? the one I gave to you
Where is my rose? don't say we're thru
Where is my rose? you know I'm missing you
Has it wilted in the cold?
Where is my rose?
(Yeah, Yeah)
Where is my Rose?
(Yeah)
[Verse 2:]
My rose is gone and you have to find it
We have to go back if the time would rewind it
I look at you, it's a blessing a gift to me
The thought of you strikes me, I dnt know how it gets to me
I wanna ask you out but something isn't letting me
But if you wanna talk you can phone or instant message me
Please just see it in your heart to accept
And saying that I Love You was really hard when we met
Cause I wish I know lies of truth and I don't want no stupid ass guy with you
I want you, so please just listen to my words
And please you will see I'm the one that you deserve
The one that you need, the one that you lust
You see that is me, the one you should love
And love is just stressin I'll be sure to learn my lesson
Just see it in your heart and try to answer this question
[Chorus]
Where is my rose? the one I gave to you
Where is my rose? don't say we're thru
Where is my rose? you know I'm missing you
Has it wilted in the cold?
Where is my rose? the one I gave to you
Where is my rose? don't say we're thru
Where is my rose? you know I'm missing you
Has it wilted in the cold?
Where is my rose
(Yeah, Yeah)
Where is my rose
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)]
Nigga what you gon' do? (Nigga what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggaz go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
Niggaz ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin'
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)
[Daz Dillinger]
You know I'm hittin' on the switches
From back to back, it's me and my nigga
Like Snoop and Dre we dippin' and we '6-4 bouncin'
You know it's Dogg Pound Gangstas, you know that we loungin'
We back up in the house tearin' down the roof
You know the dogg is in the house when we yell out 'woof!'
You know we give it to you all night long with the shit that we got
Me and my nigga, yeah we burnin' hot
[Kurupt]
You want the gauge or glock? I got both
And I'ma give it to you whether you like it or not
As long as the 'four can hop I'ma scrape curbs block to block
I got all the ladies off that do-it fluid
Like Bigg Snoop said "Ya gots to do it"
I thought you knew it, I'm cool as coolin'
Dippin' bangin' that Dogg Pound Gangsta music
[Daz Dillinger]
And this ain't for you suckers who ain't used to it
[Kurupt]
Dippin' like what it 'bout, tell these niggaz one more time
Can't even look a real nigga in his eyes
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)]
Nigga what you gon' do? (Nigga what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggaz go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
Niggaz ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin'
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)
[Kurupt]
This G shit, dippin' through the motherfuckin' streets with -
ounces, smokin' in front of the polices
Got a out of town house, got a house up in the hood
Got a bitch from the hood, got a bitch in Hollywood
I'm just too gangsta'd up
At the same time all hood, as I should
On the edge of the frontline, though it took me some time
Hittin' my stick, go get money off of bricks
Switch the twist and pimp a bitch, twist and switch
Get paid to chip, dip so quick it's a glitch
I'm lit off this motherfuckin' Grey Goose, punk
I'll pull out the heat, the heat gave him goosebumps
D.P.G., U.S.A. motherfucker
Got bitches in college, you obey motherfucker
I'm just rollin', keep it G'd to a T
Ridin' down the streets where all the homies bangin' to the beat
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger] (Kurupt)
Nigga what you gon' do? (Nigga what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggaz go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
Niggaz ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin'
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
(Daz and Kurupt dippin' on them gold thangs)
[Daz Dillinger]
I come with the force of a million bricks
Bustin' a million clips, niggaz know we 'bout to trip
Slip in the club with a heater, nigga this how we greet 'em
Sneak up on yo' bitch ass with a pistol and beat him
I'm a savage, a beast nonetheleast, can't catch Dat Nigga Daz
Nigga out in the street, 'cause I love to creep
I ride slow with a gauge cocked, ready to aim
Torchin' them niggaz, yo Kurupt, come back with the flame
I'm Eastside out, runnin' my mouth
Niggaz start to run nigga when the burner hang out
Notice how I make 'em respect the tec, rip a hole in they vest
Penetrate they chest, three times for the set
See I'm the dominant, the prominent one
I got a shotgun nigga and I'm bustin' on one
I let the rounds off nigga, won't you lay the fuck down
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz bitch, Tha Dogg Pound
We wear the crown nigga, we the king of this
I give a fuck how many niggaz that you bring, nigga you're still a bitch
I don't quit, and when I start I go for your soul and rip a hole in your heart
Motherfucker
[Chorus x2: Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)]
Nigga what you gon' do? (Nigga what you gon' do?)
I'ma bang on these bustas (I'ma bang on 'em too)
I'ma ride through the Beach (I'ma roll through South Central)
Hey, there them niggaz go (C'mon homie, where's the pistol?)
(Ridin') Bangin' (Dumpin')
Niggaz ain't really sayin' nothin' that we can't make somethin'
D.P.G. is the letters of the gang
[Kurupt]
Over and over again
[Daz]
It seems there's no way out
Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress
But the world is a test
Without God and a bulletproof vest
You might be looking at death
Wet and dried out and wet, step by step
Maybe this'll be something I regret
(Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga)
Gotta pay the rent
Gotta get some get back
It seems there ain't no get back
I hustle, strive and flip that
Now watch it come rit back
Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell
Why I fucked up and I swear
I can't tell, where I fell
Escape death and fuck jail
Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas
But there's no way out
Sing it with me come on
[CHORUS]
There's no way out
Through all the pain, the hurt, the fear and the doubts
But if you look the other route then you'll find out
You can do it C, there's someway out
[Kurupt]
Talent ain't shit
Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip
Off your mind, body and soul
Grow old and lose control
Duck your foes and watchin' foes
While the homies hold on
Held on too long the strong quickly got weak
Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?)
While I'm in a terminal state
Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's
Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz)
The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks
Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip)
Yeah I miss my homie L Dog
Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's
Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's
Man on Loc, IBC's
I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems
[Daz]
Sing it with me come on
Today I don't feel like doing anything, I just wanna lay in my bed don't feel like picking up the phone so leave a message at the tone today I swear I'm not doing anything.
I am gonna kick my feet up stare at the fan, turn on chatroulette and put my hand down my pants, nobodys gon' tell me I can't.
I be lounging on the couch just chillin on my snuggy click to mtv so they can teach me how to dougie cause in my castle I'm the freakin man ohh yes I said it, I said it, said it cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything, I just wanna lay in my bed, don't feel like picking up the phone so leave a message at the tone, today I swear I'm not doing anything. nothing at all, nothin at all, nothin at all.
Just another lazy day in the d-prizzy residence, ruler on the room tell the mattress I'm the president, I ain't on a party with coronas, I be sippin on that arizonas.
Eatin' chips ahoy cookies cause they tast good, stockin local hotties with somebodys over facebook, I'm gonna call a girl up cause I might need her, and sweat pants a big bennie and a wife beater, chillin back and you
Can find me nemo, watching jersey shore cause I like them big guidos, hair ain't comb my messin up my head it's another lazy day and I ain't gettin out of bed
Today I don't feel like doing anything, (don't feel like doing anything)
I just wanna lay in my bed, (layin in my bed son) don't feel like picking up the phone so leave a message at the tone, today I swear I'm not doing anything nothin at all, nothin at all, nothin at all
No I ain't gonna comb my hair, cause I ain't goin anywhere,
No no no no no no no no no no I'll just strut in my birthday suit and let every thing hang loose
Yea yea yea yea ye ye yea ye yea yea
(All the girls all the boys let's sing)
[Intro: Kurupt (Daz)]
Yeah, let me tell you about this bitch
(look at that hoe right there!
She finer than a motherfucker..
Well go spit at her!)
I seen her over there in the mall..
Fuckin' the biggest titties a nigga ever saw
(Girl, come over here and give us your number girl
Quit fakin' on us, shit, come on...)
[Kurupt]
She was pretty as shit, fly as can be, lil' pretty ass bitch
I played her cool like a coin machine
Exactly, I'm in the back - you know what I mean?
I ain't 'bout to approach her, cause I knows her game
And I know what she be doin', and I knows her name
She's Belina, man when I seen her on the corner, chillin'
Eh yo, I understand that I want her
Take her to the back where she belongs
She heard of me Kurupt, and she heard of my songs
Eh yo, it's no doubt, I'm 'bout to turn this mutha out
Like hammer this slammer, so let's play house
Yo, it's all about the games that people play, everyday
I met her up in L.A
There's no stalls I don't have no flaws
I'm rough and raw, met her up at the Crenshaw Mall
She was chillin', I'm chillin' like a villain
Eh yo, I'm cold as ice
Kurupt, I'll step to her and my game's precise
I'm like "Yo what's up girl?, it's me Kurupt
you know I'm here, let me share your world"
Eh yo, she's like "what's happenin'?
Yo I've seen you before, I don't believe it
What you doin' up at this mall?"
I'm like "Yo, I'm out to get some clothes"
And this is just story, one story about many hoez
[Chorus]
This is stories..
Of hoez we know..
This is stories..
Of hoez we know..
[Daz Dillinger]
I bust a hoe from way back and she was stacked
With a million plus bricks, body and shit
I met her in the Beverly Center, up in Beverly Hills
She had a Guess bag, some D.A. and why the bitch look fly
Them, me, him, he, can be with you, tonight you'll see
You wonder why I spit this game
Tha Gang, always remains the same
I got bitches, who least expect it
I got drunk fine bitches who strip butt naked
I got skinny hoez, thick hoez, who perform
I got bitches, in the quietest storm
I got a bitch named Pam - broke up with her man
Hit the pussy one time, she didn't understand
I had another hoe in the club, by the name Love
Love was the girl who loved clit plus dick
All kind of freaky shit, (c'mon) doin' it wild
Penis on a tuesday night, we doin' it wild
You know my name and you know the game
YOu know the game can never be the same
Once I leave you hoe, I ain't never comin' back
Dick run fat, so slap you dead on your back hoe
[Chorus]
This is stories..
Of hoez we know..
This is stories..
[Intro: Singing]
Hey, ohoh ohhh ohh
Ohoh ohhhhoh woeh
Right Above It
Excuse the singing, I just feel good
Yeah!
[Verse: D-Pryde]
Who else try'na mess with Asian man, D, my game is nasty
Have a toast to my success, go and raise a glass please
Haters hate, but look this Asian's going Dragon Ball Z
So don't make me go all crazy, Super Saiyan, now see
I'm the hottest of my age bracket, pyro I'm a flame at it
Large on glasses, frames. You can spot me with these Ray-bans'
And I'm just known to take fans from rappers who don't take action
Hating, cause I be a Boss Don, no Ray Allen
I'm a don and I'm great, it probably pisses you off, because I'm all in your face
Saying I'm a swagger jacker and my quality's fake
They see my rapping off my berry, now they're calling me Drake
It ain't a thing though, hang 'em up, prank calls
Swagger's on lean, like I got that little Wayne Flow
Stamina's crawling up, I'm Canada's starter bud
No I ain't Drizzy, I'm his follow up
I'm gone
[Outro: Singing]
Yeah! and all the people love it
You know the beef comes, we're just walking right above it
We on
It's NHB lil sucka'
If you ain't running with it, stop racing little sucka'
See I ain't really making money in this game
Rap skills sweet like some honey in this game
Ya dig?
Gimmie the mic, I'll give you a show
Gimmie the crowd, I'm ready to go
Gimmie the lights, I'll put on my flow
I'm about to do it and you already know
I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go
I'm about to do it and you already know
I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, oh-oh-oh
I'm bout' to go, I'm bout to do it nice
Every day is like some scene up in my movie life
Don't mind the haters there just tryna start some foolish fights
Put on a show, that's what I'm a bout to do tonight
This beat is torn heavy, you haters more petty
Ask me if I'm good I'm like homie I was born ready
The main dude I'm the head up in the office
Cause I'm about to pop it cause failures not an option, Prydeee!
Gimmie the mic, I'll give you a show
Gimmie the crowd, I'm ready to go
Gimmie the lights, I'll put on my flow
I'm about to do it and you already know
I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go
I'm about to do it and you already know
I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, I'm ready to go, oh-oh-oh
Put on the instrumental, let's do it squirrel food?
A Steve Urkal dude, deceives be terminal
A witch type, this might put a curse on you
This turtle dude swerving smooth like a squirt of loo
I'm bout to jump at it and go
Attractive with action and ravishing flow
Got all the lyrics and added some flow
Make ya hold back and your family knows?
All of the haters will try it no doubt
I'll make you all know that I'm in the house
I'm bout to go live my life to the fullest
I wake up super early in the AM, So exhausted
Yawnin' only one hour of sleep now it's the morning
Big ambition to make it
Cause we're striving to slaughter
Missin' mama cause she's on the other side of the border
Plus I'm an internet celebrity
In spite that, I'm a good guy
Waking up to a beautiful woman texting me
Hop up in the shower, brush my bangs to the right
I'm getting ready for another normal day of my life
Got some business at the villa, Much with Baby J
And now turning to the station, hearing suss spinning on the radio
Yelling, making noises, neighbors think that I'm annoying
I'm a man inside this body of a boy so baby
Welcome to the life, I be cared up in the burbs
A kid that's so annoying he be gettin' on your nerves
But he just wouldn't have it any any other way
Everyday, is Prydeday
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Prydeday, everyday!)
Getting fame everywhere cause I be holy crap known
In another country, still missin' my homies back home
But they know I'm coming soon, their just happy I console em'
I just tell em' don't worry, I'll be back before you know it
Never sleeping it out, I'm in the studio all day and night
Working while it's dark outside until we see that ray of light
Sleeping ain't an option to this job that I'm pursing
I'd a give away the cash or any object for this music
Cause I know this is my passion food for better or worse.
Drink Arizona green tea so I can quench up my thirst
Man I'd a work for this position, you ain't messing me up inside
Everyday is my day so you ain't telling me otherwise
Drinking Arizona snap texting from his hand
Never having any sleep he's in the studio instead
But he just wouldn't have it any any other way
Everyday, is Prydeday
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Prydeday, everyday!)
It's amazing got this heavy ass drama
Hop up on a plane and say goodbye to your own mama
Cause mommy I'll be gone for a long time
Everyday I'm living great so I'm all fine
Making music with the team
Cause I be living a dream
I wouldn't trade it all for anything
I wouldn't trade it all for anything
I wouldn't trade it all for anything
When I have a struggle I don't care cause I succeed
And even when I'm pissed I'm still happy that I still breathe
Cause man I wouldn't have it any other wayyy
Everyday, is Prydeday
Welcome to the life, I be cared up in the burbs
A kid that's so annoying he be gettin' on your nerves
But he just wouldn't have it any any other way,
Everyday, is Prydeday
Drinking Arizona snap texting from his hand
Never having any sleep he's in the studio instead
But he just wouldn't have it any any other way,
Everyday, is Prydeday
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
Everyday is Prydeday (Friday to Thursday)
[Hook: D-Pryde]
Pryde ain't lame, lame, Pryde ain't lame baby
Pryde ain't lame, lame, Pryde ain't lame baby
I'm the business, with only 5 dollars
Sitting in my pocket, skinny lookin' wallet, bye-bye!
Pryde ain't lame, lame, Pryde ain't lame baby
Pryde ain't lame, lame, Pryde ain't lame baby
I'm the business, with only 5 dollars
Sitting in my pocket, skinny lookin' wallet, bye-bye!
[Verse: D-Pryde]
If you didn't know me now, get the info
With the weirdest rap hair since Sisqó
Grinding hard in the game since I'm piss broke
And like the glass attached to houses I'm a win-dow
Got your girl bending over the opposite of a limbo
Sushi with my music, I am raw, shrimp roe
It's so crazyness, unusual and weirded out
Wise with the words and I don't even got a bearded mouth
Hear me out, I'm so complete
Heated like a solar beam
Haters be mood-swingy, y'all be acting so bipolar-y
Here's a cure for hip-hop headaches, I'll be your Aspirin
[Daz]
Well...this is the party where the people get hardy
where the party never just don't stop.
So just clap your hands and stomp your feet,
and make your body rock.
Well....I'm D-A-Z, the MC of the night.
Came here to jam just to rock the mic.
[Kurupt]
Now gangsta don't dance, they boogie with
a little of this and a little bit of that and a fat 50 sack.
[Daz]
Come on and break it down. Baby girl, let me see you
do your thang.
Man I love it when the party just swang.
Shake it all around and let your boo-ty' swang.
[Kurupt]
You know there's a party goin on and my moms ain't home.
The feeling is right, we doin this all night long.
[Daz]
Come on make it hot.
Baby girl, won't you do your thang, make it pop.
[Chorus x2]
It's a party at my house.
It's about to go...It's about to go DOWN!
It's a party at my house (It's a party at my house)
It's about to go....it's about to go DOWN!
[Daz]
Stepped to the bar and ordered a drink.
Pull out my money, grab my bank.
Sat at the table and to smoke some dank.
[Kurupt]
Posted by the bar and I did my thang.
I seen this bad bad bitch so i bought her a drink,
now let's see how much ass this bitch can shake.
[Daz]
Now get down to the rhythm of the funky beat.
[Kurupt]
D-O double G, P-O-U-N-D,
Yeah Ima gangsta and that's all I be.
I'm gettin lucky bitches like 1,2,3.
[Daz]
Be sure to talk.
If she a freak then we fade tomorrow.
[Kurupt]
Yeah, since I been born, I been born to ball.
That's right, we havin a party y'all.
For all my loc's and doggs; For all my hoggs and G's,
I put the dick in the mouth.
[Daz]
Now that's what I'm talkin about.
[Kurupt in backround:] Beitch!
[Chorus x2]
[Daz]
Now...If you really really want it, bitch come get it.
[Kurupt]
I wanted to see if you was all down wit it.
(Daz)
See, i told you once and I told you twice.
(Kurupt)
Bitch, you gon' give up the pussy tonight.
[Daz+Kurupt]
[D:] It's D-A-Z.
[K:] Nigga, D-O-G.
[D:] The K-U-R-U-P-T.
[K:] Most definitely.
[D:] We the D-O double G.
[K:] Professionally.
[D:] In the place to be.
[K:] The D-P-G-C.
[Daz]
Now, get your freak on, freak on,
get your freak on.
[Kurupt]
Now, get your gangsta on, gangsta on,
Homie get your gangsta on.
[Daz]
Now get your groove on, groove on.
Groove on, groove on.
[Kurupt]
Now get yo walk on, yo walk on.
Yo walk on.
It's weird I got fans and a new career
It makes me ask the big homie what I'm doing here
Thank god for this heavenly vacation
For the dream life I want, man I'm even buying souveneirs
Man I used to be a loser here, bullies and haters were the stupid people who I fear
High school was the worst thing to go through
Cause I never burned green, or took a sip of someone's stupid beer
I started as a kid that was border than most kids, and found a thing called windows recorder
Had a little fun trying to write my own song
And found this was the dream that would I find lifelong cause
While other kids did drugs I was home recording
It wasn't luck to find this love I was chosin for it
While other kids went to partys meeting new dudes, I was at home making comedy on youtube
Man I got a fanbase off that, thousands of people screaming, yelling my name
But since I got a record deal and all that
People wanna claim that d-pryde changed, man forget it
It's foolish just to hide, the fact that now I'm signed but I'm [?] For all this pride
That I got for all the things that I do, it's out of sight now
I wanna take this time to thank my bestfriends right now,
Sorry for the commotion that I'm causing, cause hanging out with me can be a sign of great caution
I'm basically a target, and I want you to not get involved with haters cause ya'll might get hurt up in the process
And ya'll accepting me for who I am, bad friends I didn't know what I should do with them
And ya'll picked me up and helped me, just to let you know without nhb there would be no d-pryde in general
And man I really wanna thank the label for helping me with my dream
And yeah there might be things that distress us but we a team
And we're standing in this huddle making money well I'm sure we're able
Still remembering that phone call in early april
Jason told me I can make you a superstar
Phil told me, you gotta work hard for this
Suss 1 said, we're bout to make a movie baby
Now we're going straight up on to mars with this
And last of all I wanna thank all of the fans, for being with me everytime I crank up and expand
Now it ain't even an asian thing, even girls get me, and the fellas man, I got the whole world with me
Is it funny I'm killing it so don't touch me, if you hated or degraded consider your sad ass lucky that you even brought me down
Listen to my pain, to the bullies and the haters know that this is what you made
Just a small token of appreciation, thank you everybody
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
[Kurupt]
Hit me nigga, cut throat nigga
We ride and quote niggaz, soak niggaz
Royaly wrote, indica smoke niggaz
Get lifted high like glass and coke nigga
I'm Gotti, I don't fuck with no hooks
I make pelicans fly, I make the AR-fif' cook
This "The Shining" nigga, honey I'm home
I came with two friends, nine and chrome
Nigga it's just like this, I'll break your wrist
Push shit through your hip that'll twist and dent
Shift and split and then go back where I went
Wanna know where I went, nigga follow the fifth
The only two buddies I need, the hollow and fifth
I'll have you swallow the hollow and live
Fall quickly after the chip
And all that's left is tremblin' and ligament restricted
Nigga ride
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
[Daz Dillinger]
I come back with that AK fully automatic
Lettin' niggaz have it, so who the fuck want static?
It's spazmatic, catchin' they breath, they could get paniced
Surrounded by choppers and G niggaz with big cannons
Peel them niggaz like bananas in an all blue bandana
(Dumpin' with K's, goin' bananas with bananas and the hammers, then we - )
Swoopin' down the block, rims spinnin' but my beat still knock
Nigga Daz don't stop, my heat stay cocked and ready
My vendetta's a nine baretta, puttin' blood holes in your sweater
In due time I can only get better, see I won't fall off
I bounce back like hard or soft
Your whole crew get tossed, you lost a few, left critically injured
Next time y'all fake niggaz will remember
Uh, Dat Nigga Daz is a G 'bout this
We fuck shit up and now we out this bitch
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
It feels good to be a motherfuckin' gangsta
It feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta
(the D-O double-G, the P-O-U-N-D)
The way this music's movin
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies it's yo jam
Reppin for my city
And I don't give a damn
And I'm a do my thing
While you do it with no hands
I'm killer with the flow
They love the way my music goes
All you haters do is hate
And I'm just gonna grind
And I'll procede to get more fans
I say look ma no hands
This rap game is my romance
Mellowed out like a slow dance
Tell the city I'm poppin, slow rockin
I ain't angry but I flow mad
Oh you don't like me, well so sad
Whippin my hair like I'm Willow man
Fist pumpin like Pauly D, you got me
I'm so weird and they feel my steez
Haters I forget you Cee-Lo Green
Skinny dude from the Philippines that's me
Still do it dirty but my CD clean
Fans could dress up like colds on nasal
Got good music like I'm on Ye's label
Do it when I say so
Great rhyme great flow
Never get paid
I ain't all about the pesos
Got a nice chick that I wanna show and tell
Face like a model got a body like Giselle
And I'm probably gonna rob this little hottie oh well
Her man don't need her, it's the Asian Beiber
Tearin up your speakers, track so clean
Rhymes so dope and I'm past you fiends
Aye girl you see me,
You kind of fresh like fiji
My love for you's a freebie,
It's all about l-o-v-e
Cause we belong together like popcorn and movies
Raw fish & sushi,
Guys & call of duty
Love,
Just to be the world and my girl got my back
She my one and only shorty,
The first and the last
I got her,
So know that I'm a beast for her
I love you and I be positive,
Blood type
Do you feel the same?
{Aye aye do you feel the same girl?}
I'm about to say,
{Aye aye I'm about say girl}
Every moment, everyday, step in few beats
I'm not ashamed to say
That "I love you"
I love you
I am open, not afraid
It's you that makes my heart beat, all day
Baby I love you
I love you
Yeah I sta-start stuttering the words I wanna say
I lo-love spending time with you baby
Every little thing that I do,
Reminds me of all the memories I had with you
So I won't stop crying, and I will stop lying
Wanna see some kids & a future,
Right, that's what' I'll be buying
Because, there is not a thing that I do,
That doesn't keep me runnin' right back to you
Do you feel the same?
{Aye aye do you feel the same girl?}
I'm about to say,
{Aye aye I'm about say girl}
Every moment, everyday, step in few beats
I'm not ashamed to say
That "I love you"
I love you
I am open, not afraid
It's you that makes my heart beat, all day
Baby I love you
I love you
Now of you got your shawty in your mind
I wanna hear you say "ay ay"
Now if you think they're your partner in crime,
I need you to say "ay ay"
L-o-v-e
Do you feel the same?
{Aye aye do you feel the same girl?}
I'm about to say,
{Aye aye I'm about say girl}
Every moment, everyday, step in few beats
I'm not ashamed to say
That "I love you"
I love you
I am open, not afraid
It's you that makes my heart beat, all day
I love you
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
It's all hood
We from the West Coast, The City of Angels
Where we love to swang them thangs
Where we love to bang on you
(What up, Diggy Daz?)
Man, I'm straight West Coast'n
The B-dogg's B-doggin', the C R I P's straight loc'n
Eastside, Northside, Southside, Westside
Land of the set-trip, where we all ride
We don't die, homeboy, yeah, we multiply
Do this for life, the homeboys gettin' hood stripes
It's the nigga that ya love to hate, with a double dose
Dogg Pound bangin' nothin' but the West Coast
Throw up your set 'cause we love to ride
In the city where them young gangstas born to die
If you're from the West Coast, nigga
(Give it up)
If ya love the West Coast, nigga
(Give it up)
If ya don't give a fuck nigga
(Give it up)
West Coast niggaz for life, nigga
Give it up)
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
(It's all hood)
It's all hood
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' actin'
Niggaz do another video in the hood, I'm straight jackin'
(Give it up)
No more T-shirts with the khakis
For all you off-brands, gotta get a new tactic
It's a mind of distraction
Hollywood goin' back Hollyhood, nigga, we blastin'
Askin' no questions, givin' you suggestions
On how you need to get yo' ass up out the West'
'Cause we put niggaz on the set, slide up on him with the tec
Make a nigga run up out his shit
Havin' fun up out his shit, nigga, come up out yo' shit
Yeah, them West Coast niggaz is sick
I sent a lil' bitch upstairs
She played with it, layed with it, made a nigga say, fuck yeah
Thought you was a player or a boss
Lil' bitch on the twist for the chips, call her Kriss Kross
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
(It's all hood)
It's all hood
Nigga, let me just bang out on these
Punk-ass motherfuckers tryin' to bang out on us
Ride out on 'em, slide out on 'em
Sock his ass, nigga, inside-out on him
You take from us but you never give back
I'ma dump ya bitch ass out, nigga, like that
I'ma bounce the Cadillac around and back
To the hood, motherfucker, waitin' to get a sack
Try that, get bombed on so fast
Nigga watch who you with, watch where you at
Me and D A Z, we gonna watch where you at
Just in case we gotta pop up and squash where you at
Land of the 9 millimeters and K's
When we came to your town we had pies for days
You deliver us, we got high for days
Then we robbed all your homeboys and dipped away, nigga
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
(It's all hood)
It's all hood
Yeah, Dogg Pound Gangstas
What you claim, homie?
Yeah, bangin' out on these bustas, DPG
Yeah, new millennium shit, bitch
All hood, what can they do about that, Battlecat?
Daz, Kurupt, Bigg Snoop, Nate, G-Dub, what up 'cuz?
(My nigga Soopa-doopa')
Fly, fly bitch, Westcoast
My niggaz out in The Bay, all the way down
Yeah, you know what time it is
Battlecat, let 'em know where we from
Let's ride out, Daz
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
(It's all hood)
It's all hood
(L.A.)
It's all hood, put him on the set
It's all hood, it's all hood
(L.A., City of Angels)
It's all hood
[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, I'm fuckin' your girl
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, she came on to me
[Daz Dillinger]
While you mad I ain't got nothin' to be mad about
I'm in my house with my balls up on yo' couch
With the remote in hand, dick in the other
Waitin' on yo' bitch to bring me a rubber
In and out, out and in
It was us to begin then was just her and her friends
Gettin' busy for B-A and Diggy, we hit the city
Me and Kurupt, Bad Azz - Dogg Pound committee (yeah)
(Question) You see how your girl act around me?
(Question) Look at your phone bill, see how she on me?
(Question) When she around she stop holdin' your hand
(Question) She's my bitch and you her man
Awareness, me and you - yeah we can share this
I don't fuck bareness, nigga that's careless
Don't hate me, hate the bitch, congratulate this
Had sex when we back in the mix
[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, I'm fuckin' your girl
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, she came on to me
[Bad Azz]
Me, I'm always checkin' game with my psycho factions
Bitch, I'm Super Bad like I'm Michael Jackson
Playa, while you sleepin' I'm creepin' all in your world
In your house on your couch dippin' all in your girl
We ain't always at your house, one time I took her out
We drove around town with my dick in her mouth
Your love is my fun, yeah I'm fuckin' your girl
I'ma thug, she the one, I'm just fuckin' your girl
It's nothin' to a boss so don't be mad at all
She a freak, you know the way she reach and grab some balls
Right before they wind up stuck in the jaws
Yeah that's the way that she always get at me
You always outta town so she always get at me
She seen me with Daz, made some passes at me
She love this Bad dick so she always attack me
We fucked on the floor, she ate my dick like a Lunchable
You need a bigger bed that's more fuckable
[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, I'm fuckin' your girl
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, she came on to me
[Kurupt]
It - ain't - my - thang
It ain't my club, it ain't my car
I didn't buy the rubbers, I didn't pick her up
But I'ma dick her up and get my dick and stick it up
Get your bitch together, hold that bitch
Before I get young Gail to fold that bitch
Gotstra, all the hoes want a piece of him
It's only the ones he dicks and then releases 'em
See your bitch is a super freak
I fucked yo' bitch last week - D.P.G
You know we smash the streets
Dippin' in the 'Llac bangin' classic beats
See I don't give a fuck - who you talkin' to
I got one for her and one for you
Nigga see I don't know what the fuck you wanna do
If it can happen to me, it could happen to you
But it ain't, but it ain't
[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
Can't you seeeeee, I'm fuckin' your girl
It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl
[DJ Suss One:]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Boys and Girls
Welcome to the show
Come on in
We got a lotta surprises for you
I'm your ringleader
Mr. Suss One
The man with the deadliest verses
Mr. D-Pryde
And the show is called:
[D-Pryde:]
Welcome to the circus of my mind
Pull aside the curtains that protect it
Opens up into my mind
A little of the opposite
Is something so confined
I'm nothing sorta fine
I am far from relaxed
I'm kinda normal
That's really sad apart from the fact
I've passed struggles
But something that is actually wrong
Is talk about em
I've done that in the past couple songs
So instead, I talk about the little fact that I be cuckoo
Or the fact I got screws loose
I'm different from you dudes
I chop your favorite rapper like nananana poo poo
And dress em up in a tutu
Upload that on Youtube
So ou ou
That ain't even nothing I be thinkin bout
I'm twisted nuff to try to rip your kidneys out with censors/sensors now
I beat em and [?] and that depends
Maybe I can features too on my imaginary friends
That are sitting right beside me
And chilling
Oh did I startle you?
Please take a visit to my carnival
So please get ready for the show tonight
As long as you're with me
Everything is alright
Some things may be graphic for your itty bitty minds so
Welcome to the circus of my mind
Don't be scared everything will be just fine
This will be a crazy little sight for your eyes
So please get ready for a grand old time
Welcome to the circus of my mind
[DJ Suss One:]
The show's not over, children.
You think we'd let the show end here?
[gun shot]
Man get yo punk ass down
Come on let's go let's go, shots, we out
Fuck all y'all homeboys, yeah that's what I said
[Kurupt]
All up in the shadows with calico's in the fo'
Dippin' in my lo-lo I'm a mutha fucking fool
G stands for gangsta first and foremost
Posting with my pistols, holding my pose
MC dipping not giving a fuck
Kurupt slide, Daz roll I'm shotgun in the ride
Like nigga did you see that motherfucker over there?
The first motherfucker with his hood in the air
Round up the homies in the park
12 double-O, afternoon check the homies heart
Shit's about to spark, thunderdome popping off
When you checking niggas heart they start dropping off
I'm a gangsta a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch
Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch
Walk, gangstas just walkin'
Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk
Count the homies off by the tens, and rows of fives
If we all don't get the fuck in we ride
That's how the gangstas move, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
Making money and the fame for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Kurupt]
You thought you had a grip, well we did too
That's why me and the homies decided to come through
Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick
Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip
On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round
Whip out the fo' pound, dump 'cause he's moving around
I bet he never move again, the next time a motherfucker say stay down
On the ground, I bet he won't make a sound
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga
Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, hit a switch
Me and D-a-z like bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Have you ever once looked back, looked into the mirror
Saw your self falling flat, like where the fuck am I at?
I'm sick of this shit, I'm a put it all on the line
Before Daz start slapping bitches out they mind
Like bitch you wanna get slapped out your mind?
Bitches I'm a tell ya one more time, see
We can do anything, pull any ho
Do anything we wanna do don't you know
Kurupt and Daz, Daz and Kurupt, lick it up
I'm a aqua-boogie with a bitch walking up and down the strip
Not giving a fuck bitch, Daz dropping gangsta shit
It's nine let's get high, ya ho's need a ten
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga
Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, snatch a snitch
Me and D-a-z G, bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
See me, it ain't a thang for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
(La la la la la la la la)
Let's go
[Verse 1:]
Every track I put my verses on, I'm blatantly hurting ya'll
Ending all your shows, the curtain call to certain songs
Asian Steve Urkel, murkin' the service urgent
To you worthless little stains on my shirt, I'm your detergent
I'm bout to show you kittens that the dog is out
Every rapper I started I fathered, they're all adopted now
I don't see you babies ain't no ultrasound
I'm Austin Powers, mojo on the track once I own it, it's a rap
Every beat they sent to me
Got me makin' ya'll look elementary
All you rappers talk a lot, no nestle
I get a [?] when I wreck this beat
See you ain't gotta tell me make my flow tighter
Young and I did it without a ghost writer
[Hook:]
We on [x4]
They getting mad I be killing every song
They say that they gonna kill me, I'm a' tell them that they won't
Never needed another I just did it on my own
I just did it on my own [x5]
[Verse 2:]
All they did was really try to hate this Filipino
Like this kid is weak but really I was freaking lethal
And I ain't really acting racial, but my skin is running rapid
I was chinky but surprised them when I spit just like a black kid
Scary like an arachnid, dare me to show some action
I blasted all on the track, Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon
No gun play, still I'm killing writtens to a measure
I ain't gotta sell dope, I just spit it on the record
Got the mind of Einstein, Shakespeare when I write rhymes
Goliath when I'm at my prime, David when it is fight time
They just know my music's dirty, who would hurt me?
Wanna' match with me, homie you ain't worthy cause you know that
[Hook:]
We gone
We on [x4]
They getting mad I be killing every song
They say that they gonna kill me, I'm a' tell them that they won't
Now [?] I just did it on my own
I just did it on my own [x5]
[Verse 3:]
They don't want to hear the track's alright
With [?] every rhythm is raw
They don't know it's been [?] all night
All these raps are fried, no chicken and fall
Not the type to stay around, I'm gonna' lay it down and let me be free
To do what I want cause [?] try to believe in me
[?] be robbing this stage like a crook?, I know ya'll are just mad
None of ya'll are [?] or the fact that I made it, mad that I'm doing this all for my mom and dad
Killing and ripping these verses and rhythms, the fact that I'm here and I'm planning to stay
Sick and I'm [?] sort of an animal cage, missing my lyrical [?] on the internet
Sorry well I'll just go back to that stage, let's [?] this whole thing, you're an imbecile kid
And I'm leaving right now, so just have a nice day
[Hook:]
We on [x4]
They getting mad I be killing every song
They say that they gonna kill me, I'm a' tell them that they won't
Now [?] I just did it on my own
Everyday is like the pheen to touch
It's like I need your love
And my feelings tucked and it's probably cause you don't see me much
From phone chats to a video call
And it's simply your fault cause you ain't get to see me at all
Every artist has their groupie chicks
Or someone new to hit
When I just want someone I can watch a movie with
Someone to notice me, someone that's holding me
Yeah, I've been pheening for you and I like the Jodeci
And we be at amend and you be sad again
A bonded onny, I promise to break this jagged edge
You apprehend, I take a step back, forget that
I'm tired of these texts you sent, it's all old to me
It's all boring and sometimes I'm on the road to a studio show when both of us feel alone
The candles burnt out and the colada's still cold
That's why you rollin' get to knowin' that your daddy's coming home
Daddy's coming home to you baby, I know you're going crazy
I'm coming home to make it all good
Cause daddy's coming home to your momma, no more drama (no more drama)
It's gonna be the way it should
I'm sick of all this long distance, can I get a witness?
Don't worry baby, it won't be too long...
Till I get home (can't wait to get home to you)
Till I get home
Daddy's coming home to you
They say life is hard and death is easy
Pressure is pain and pleasure is pleasing
So what's the pleasure when you never with me physically?
I'm set till death and it's just messed that you ain't hearing me
I stand lyrically, I'm serious
It's clear to see that I ain't even normal when you never appear to me
It's that I'm that buried in my Blackberry, it's sad scary and I could see that you're mad clearly
Tell me how you can be realer than this; with no makeup, sweatpants when you chill at the crib
Baby girl, it's like nothing is worth loving you
I'm bugging through and I'm just stuck in the dirt
I'm so alone through the phone when we talk on occasion
It ain't like kissing d2 unbutton your shirt
So I'm a fasten my belt, fix my buttons
Cause I'm back to arrive, listen baby, I'm coming home
Daddy's coming home to you baby, I know you're going crazy
I'm coming home to make it all good
Cause daddy's coming home to your momma, no more drama (no more drama)
It's gonna be the way it should
I'm sick of all this long distance, can I get a witness?
Don't worry baby, it won't be too long...
Till I get home (can't wait to get home to you)
Till I get home
Daddy's coming home to you
You know I got you on my brain
And life here without you baby, it won't be the same
But I'll be hustlin' hard cause you know how I rock
And don't be stressin' if I don't got a free minute to talk to you
And don't you worry bout those groupie chicks, cause I ain't never really into it
I know it's on your mind but baby don't give it the time of day
Cause I'm coming home to you
Daddy's coming home to you baby, I know you're going crazy
I'm coming home to make it all good
Cause daddy's coming home to your momma, no more drama (no more drama)
It's gonna be the way it should
I'm sick of all this long distance, can I get a witness?
Don't worry baby, it won't be too long...
Till I get home (can't wait to get home to you)
Till I get home
Daddy's coming home to you
Daddy's coming home to you baby, I know you're going crazy
I'm coming home to make it all good
Cause daddy's coming home to your momma, no more drama (no more drama)
Way it should
I'm sick of all this long distance, can I get a witness?
Don't worry baby, it won't be too long...
Till I get home (can't wait to get home to you)
Till I get home
Daddy's coming home to you
Yeaaaah,
Cause daddy's coming home to you
You,
I'm in the same Biz, but I figure todays different
Tryna keep my fam & my team in the same distance
Lost some friends but I ain't trippin'
In a new city but not with the same women
But I ain't interested in using all em'
I'm really into making music for em'
The same commenter's tell me all my music's boring
But once I actually blast it, I start to Ooo it on them!
I figure I'm at a different start
I'm just a loser with a winner's heart
I was the duppy that was swimming for the money
They don't hurt me I'm worthy to swim with sharks
I'm doing it bigger than mama thought I would
Hey and she likes it, long distance calls are pricy too
So now I'm swiping out being broke forever
I'm living to ball, likes to concerts, I'm a give it my all, ALL.
Cause it might seem never to you
But it means everything to me
Ohh, Ohh
And the second that my names called down
I'm a rock it for this goddam crowd
Till the curtains, close
Till the curtains, close
Still remember the day my mama was crying
When I boarded that plane
Now this crowd is here, roaring my name
Uh uh uh
You rapper and I have similar jobs
But we ain't all working forward the same
I'm doing mad shows & I got some states missing me
Keep making records law homie we make history
Ain't nobody just gridin' with it like us
I wanna live with I Baby J, Phillph & Suss
My brothers back home, I'm hustlin' so he'll be here
I won't leave him alone, he'll do something in my career
Dads back home carpet cleaning and it's getting still worst
I'll make it sure that man is never gon' work
This pain is real plus I'm working everyday
And you better face the truth
I do this for the fans when I'm sweating in this booth
Ain't nobody hating we, I'm doing this while reppin NHB and staying me, peace!
Cause it might seem never to you
But it means everything to me
Ohh, Ohh
And the second that my names called down
I'm a rock it for this goddam crowd
Till the curtains, close
[Daz]
We DPG back on the mash
Yeeeah
Daz and Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
Dean in this
New millenium
Yeeeah
We ridin, we slidin, we glidin
And everybody knows that we be
[Kurupt]
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
[Daz]
Yeea
This somethin bout bein a g
Are you the pimp be dippin through the street with heat nigga
I'm just g'd to a t
Live at the club
Got a nigga dub
Bout to put it on air then ya nigga love
Rock this for some hennessey and get buzzed
Bout to hit the rave up and unplug
Hot like I'm sleep
Hot like a bomb
Hot uh just like you little momma, huh
I'm posted up at the bar bar
With big things in my pocket pocket
Pullin big things out my pocket
Yeah, I'm watchin you twerk twerk
I'm peepin' yo game yeah
I'm all into you you
What do you want to do
I'm gettin approached by these Dames
I ignore any each one
Cause I know what I want
And I'm all into you you
What do you want to do
[Kurupt (Daz)]
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Kurupt the Kingpin is a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Dat nigga Daz is a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Move somethin (Move somethin)
Keep it g'd (Keep it g'd)
G'd up (G'd up)
You know it (Know it)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
[Kurupt]
Just post up nigga and watch this
Phenomenon when it come to game
Most of these nay be in the lanes
Im'a just keep it simple and plain
You can't ill with a g like me
See I'm worldwide when I smash shit
Got the indo cut half shit
I drink on my time (Drink on my time)
I move on my time (Move on my time)
I'm g'd to t (G'd to t)
You know about me (Know about me)
Girl I'm damn near married
Ain't talkin bout rollin with a g (Rollin with a g)
Just peepin out your game (Peepin out your game)
For the mommy of the house (Mommy of the house)
Little momma keep doin' ya thang (Keep goin)
And keep turning these suckas out, check it
[Kurupt (Daz)]
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
[Daz]
We Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees
We get the cash
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees
And we get the cash
DPG straight on the mash (Dogg Pound!)
[Kurupt]
Move somethin (Move somethin)
Keep it g'd (Keep it g'd)
G'd up (G'd up)
You know it (Know it)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
[Daz]
Mike Dean let the bass go
Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees
We get the cash
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees
An we get the cash
DPG straight on the mash
[Kurupt]
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine
[Kurupt]
I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor
In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside
[Chorus]
I think I'm good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off
Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!)
Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome
[Daz] (Kurupt)
What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts
The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's
Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble
Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
(The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch)
[Verse 1:]
Excuse my persona green tea Arizona's skins cappuccino whether like to mix a mocha neck ain't' even froze up but I'm loco with my locas plus my wifey drive me crazy so I called that girl my shoffer hit the beat sammy sosa swagger leanin' like a poster she sittin' on my lap and say it's comfy like her sofa shootin like a pistol plus she hold me like a holster she says I got the neck so I call her my sherona these rappers never get it I tell em' get off my scrotum they worshipin my pole like it's religious totem is it living so nice you dudes are right behind my jeans if your lifes great mine is greater with no tiny cheese yaw confuse my eyes and think that pryde just be curt chinese still got ya shortie bendin down like she trynna tie her sneaks prizzy keep on doin this pullin crazy music chicks reapin for my Asians until the day I die stupid rich hundred thousand youtube hits so haters all will get destroyed young prizzy or young pretzel boy
[Verse 2:]
Oh my god where my head go all fans vote me no pedro gotta race in the game and you dudes all last and you never had a vote in ya life tho futuristic I ride with the best flow been doing this since the getcho it's spectro deck I'm the best at deck got the wu tang check yo neck flow wait stop the instrumental put the beat back on let me get tho put the doves in the air like you just don't care even if I ain't reapin for the west coast don't you like it when I go fast broke boy still reapin
[Verse 3:]
You ain't no better off
Than you were three days ago
And you ain't no better off
Than you were yesterday
And you ain't no better off
Than those people standing beside you
You ain't no better off
You just like to hear those words you say
Don't tell me nothing'Cause nothing ever changes
Don't tell me nothing'Cause nothing ever changes 'round here! There's a full moon tonight
Things are getting kind of crazy
There's a full moon tonight
Things are gonna get a little weird! Well I thought you were better off
You were gonna change the world
Well I thought you were better off
You were gonna make it all disappear
I don't know why I stay here
I carry on
I don't know why I stay here
It's always back to the loving
Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz
Working LA
tryin to get paid tha right way
but somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin home late every night
gotta struggle an fight
wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype
tryin to creep in tha house
through tha cut
for what
so I won't be seen by none of the homies
but tha homie Nate Dogg spots me
and say Yo what's happenin
No you don't know me no more
when ya pass me tha satin
I said ah naw it ain't like that G
I'm trying to go straight
and have a J-O-B
you need to quit that faggot ass job
that's what he said
showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head
Damn that nigga had at least two G's
and he was clockin it wit so much ease
I told him I was gone so I'm headin in tha house
everybody knocked out
so I'm locked out
I go back to tha front
where my homies is hangin at
they offer me a cabby sack
so I can start slangin dat
they say you ain't a hustler
I say don't doubt it
Hold dat thought
and I'll think about it
because
Chorus: Nate Dogg
(I've been dreamin to long, to long, to long)
I don't like to dream about gettin paid
Verse Two: Dat Nigga Daz
The thought's complete so let me take a seat
since I was born and raised on tha streets
I quit tha job I had
caught myself a sack
went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack
within a week but my peak wouldn't reach
I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach
Niggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it
so I went to tha hood
on Twentieth and Murder
I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back
and bid my sack
or maybe it's seven
or was it eight hundred strong
In other words Daz had it goin on
I bought myself a bucket
That's right a bucket bitch
who you fuck in my car on my dick
My lifeself switched a bit
but my attitude didn't
I told all my old bitches good riddance
cos when you got money hoes come automatically
and no hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see
I went from khakis to guess braids to a fade
I'm not Special Ed but I had it made
livin tha life of a baller care free
havin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin
business was gettin slow
and I wasn't handlin
mine tha way I was supposed to
Now I'm broke and on a jack mission
so don't get close to
tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke
We get tha doggs in in us
we get ta actin like some
Chorus
Verse Three: Nate Dogg, Kurrupt
Last night I had a dream
felt so good it had to be
me and my homies were gettin paid
man oh man we had it made
some homies want to roll wit me
some homies claim insanity
well if you want to set trip I will
if you don't want to drop be still
Damn
I can't believe this
but you can best believe this
today
I'm on another mission to get paid
serve what I can serve right (right)
so my pockets will stack up
nigga don't trip
nigga back up (hold up)
I gots to react off the first impulse I find
but my mama thinks I should take my time
and work for mines
but how much work would it take
and how much money would I make
wait
theres somethin I gotta think about
but I ain't got that much time
moms want a nigga out tha house
I ain't gettin no younger
I'm only gettin older
I'm only
thinking about what my mama told me
Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
and the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
I ain't nuttin nice
down to slang or pull a heist
jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice
That's real
Now what should I do
Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill
I've concealed tha concealed
so I've maintained for tha salary
and my mentally is raw from tha door
I go hard from tha door
up against all odds
always down to squab
Dogg Pound for life
I survive til 95
day after day makin hits wit D-A-Z
ta get paid yeah yeah yeah
[Verse: D-Pryde]
They call me Mister Mister Prizzy getting iffy with yo chicky
Ask her do you like my body body body? Anna Nikki
I'm Leonardo Davincci turn you rappers into minced meat
And balling like a Hornet when I say my lyrics krispy
Bass still bumpin' you can bring on up your best rhymes
Spitting like a threat I just rip out your intestines
I be I be I be starting drama
Popping proper and your girlfriend choosing fast
She a rama-dama mama
My music gives you the pleasure and got you in amazement (oh my god)
Wanna really beat your ass as doma dominatrix
You showed up to the party but I got way hotter mommies
Wait you left home empty handed?
Well we just rocked the same-ish
Thang is I'm never rockin' over priced clothes
I stay lower budget clothed from my dome to my toes
Maybe it's my snazzy-ness it's super nice amaze-able
Maybe it's my geeky-ness or maybe it's the way I talk
Think about it this dear you think it's weird
I may an all asian the two thing this year (asian)
And yeah I might be sick in it
Maybe you can play me if your little future kids are mixed
You got a light skin thick thighs
Your baby gon' be eating rice all chink eyed
Oh that's your girl? I address that girl as Ms. Pryde
Pull her ten feet closer I'm gonna start to yell out IT'S MINE!
Transformin' on beats you can call me Optimis Prime
Squeaky clean lyrics got my sick lines spit shined
Homie is my tick time
Walking like something's wrong
Twenty dollar outfit with a Louie belt buttoned on (on)
I met ya'll brag they be like why you do that?
I'm like that's my swag
My style ain't generic I'm too good and I cold
I'm the reason why your girlfriend wanna put you on hold (on hold)
I don't play girls that ain't what I'm really like
I just take 'em if their men don't treat 'em right
So if she never calls you can blame my personality
She about to the one (one) comin' home with me tonight
Play around and said it
At this moment I be relishing
To get you pissed I'll waste a couple bars for the hell of it
Bammer Bammer Bammer Bammer Bammer
Woo Woo
Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga Chugga
Choo Choo
The Far East Movement all you dudes are hardly hittin
Mister D to the Prizzy
I'm the Asian Barney Simpson (huh huh)
I think I'm Neil Harris
You got a weak appearance
Flow is so evil you can run and tell the people that I'm
[Hook:]
Mr. Mr. Prizzy, hello hello (hello)
I've been doing this thing since the get go, get go (get go)
I'm coolest if you didn't get the memo memo (memo)
And If you didn't hear me
My name is Mr. Prizzy Prizzy
Mr. Mr. Prizzy hello hello hello
I've been doing this thing since the get go, get go (get go)
I'm the coolest if you didn't get the Memo memo (memo)
And if you didn't hear me my name is Mr. Prizzy, yeah
Yeah Mars music
I love the fans too
I'm the reason yo girl pick me
{*rattles shaking*}
[Singer] (Daz)
Houl, houl, houl - houl, houl, houl
Houl, houl, houl - houl, houl, houl
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh)
Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl
[Daz]
Psssh, I didn't realize we'd be cashin in
Makin dollars, makin shit pop around here
(nigga!) Fiends sniff to cops gang-bangin
Where my block? My everyday is a crime
A nine to five, slangin bucks, nine millimeters
Three-eighties and gauges and glocks
(?) made you not wanna sit back
and I watch the clock (hah!) watchin anybody and any
For every fuckin dime, every penny, what a pity
I'll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (?)
Wit a spirit that'll jealous the belly, then now
Two wanted killers slang crack, shit
Smokin boodah's off that brown orange boodah
Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain't afraid to do ya
Roll wit niggaz, that's the same, or roll wit a gang
Roll up in a school and bang - bang!
And hang out, to sellin (?) struck out
Fiends, who's worries kept green, or stick the merry, dream
that could make 'em run and get the pistols, the shit
This ain't a damn thing funny (fool!)
Niggaz around my block, start actin so crummy
When Atlanta dawgs reach that G status, just to have it
and anything that'll (?) out my jock just to have us
Hoppin down the steps, where my homeboys chill
Sippin hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
lettin niggaz know that this the C-SIIDE! (yeah)
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl." in background*}
[D] Tennesee and Oklahoma said they ROLL WIT US
[K] Portland and Seattle, you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Mississipi, Lousiania said they ROLL WIT US
[K] Yeah, Chicago and Texas, you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Detriot and Carolina said they ROLL WIT US
[K] When Little Rock, Saint Louis gang-bang-dang-dang
[D] And all my overseas (?) won'tcha ROLL WIT US
[K] New Jersey (ROLL WIT US) and Philly (ROLL WIT US)
[Kurupt]
You know you never seen a gangsta hol', hella high
Ready to ride, give it up to all the bitches passin by
(whattup girl?) Crazy wit 'em curves, work it up motherfucker
(ahh!) Better have fur in the back of the truck, motherfucker
I seen a baller (baller) yeah nigga, he strait ballin
Call it a wild card, the gang motherfucker (yeah)
When niggaz 'bout to fo' they talk (ugh, ugh!)
shoot the fo' the big bitch motherfucker
They just can't compete (uh-huh) we got the hardco' thang to bang
Niggaz is gang-bangin up in this motherfucker, bottom thang
(hell yeah) Fuck a bitch homey, and a bitch nigga
Licorice nigga like "You give 'em what he deserve"
Word, brought it up, concern, put a microphone
Thug - money makin, pistol packin, juniors
Jumpin for scrappin bottles, jackin faster
Quick to say "Bitch," quick to say "Fuck you!"
Quick to say "Motherfuck ya momma and yo' hood too"
(Nigga it's Tha Dogg Pound) Type of motherfucker
So if he's somethin like me
and you ridin wit the D.P.G.P.A.C. and me - then say "Buck buck!"
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl." in background*}
[D] Now all my neezies up in (?) ROLL WIT US
The (?) Utah, won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] All my dirty Atlanta niggaz they ROLL WIT US
[D] Minnesota, Alabama won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] California, Arizona you know they ROLL WIT US
[D] Ohio and Amsterdamn won't ya ROLL WIT US
[K] Miami, New Mexico say they ROLL WIT US
Just say they ROLL WIT US, you know they ROLL WIT US
[Kurupt]
Just roll wit a gangsta bitch and shut the fuck up (suck a nut)
Fuck a nigga up, rockin the greatest thang since the fuck in the cut
Nigga what? G'd up in the gangsta ass native blue truck
Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt {*screech*}
It's been a long time since we gangstas kept bangin
Young ass from the gangsta ass Dogg Pound Gang
[Daz]
Kurupt, I take you rather serious 'til the niggaz kept blastin
(FOOL!) Rollin wit the motherfuckers'll leave 'em in a casket
(bitch nigga!) This nigga's is drastic, it's suicide, help me ride
(ride) to battle the Daz, within the nigga or not (check it out)
Cash money got us addicted to what we niggaz kick
Good shit for bad shit, sorry keep us sippin for jiggin for gettin
[K] Yeah, the A is for anybody killer
[D] N is for the NIGGA!
[K] Fuck the G's, beat beginnin nigga!
{*with singer singing "howl, howl, howl." in background*}
[D] And all my No Limit Soldiers say they ROLL WIT US
[K] Murder unit, my niggaz say they ROLL WIT US
[D] All my West side connectin that's jailed they ROLL WIT US
[K] Wit the dungeon, weak ballers say they ROLL WIT US
[D] Hell, that nigga gon' cop red, ROLL WIT US
[K] Dogg Pound and my niggaz said they ROLL WIT US
[D] And all my Ruff Ryder niggaz said they ROLL WIT US
FlipMODE WIT US, sit DOWN WIT US
[Daz]
Yeah, haha, now just bounce to this
Just bounce (just bounce) just bounce to this
Nigga just bounce (just bounce) nigga just bounce to this
Niggaz just bounce (bounce), ugh, yeah {*echoes*}
[K] Bounce, bounce nigga (bounce nigga)
[D] Putcha pistols up, yeah {*echoes*}
[K] Bounce nigga (bounce nigga)
[D] Just putcha pistols up, pistols up!
[K] Bounce nigga
[D] Bounce nigga!
[K] Putcha pistols up
[D] Pistols up!
[K] Wassup?
[D] NIIIGGAAA! {*echoes*} Yeah
Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck!
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough
Five pounds of coke, two pounds of?
Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long
I want to trip, then I didn't have no chip
And my pockets be short, and I started to trip
To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house
She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!)
And sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today
Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say
Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town
With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down)
Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see
The layout down, as we proceed
Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse
Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack
Takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood
For a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know
The chances, advances stages
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady
To my lady, what I'm a do is mine for my loot
With the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip
I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
Niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch
Riding, slipping and sliding
I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch
What's the function, what's the game
All aboard, the cavi train
All you busters, riding round
(Intro - Daz)
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah-yeah, y'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, knahmsayin?
Heard these niggaz got some big paper on them
Dope sacks and all that shit
Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out!
(Daz)
It's another bad day in the hood
My clientele's doin small, my profits ain't nuttin good
Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
and a undercover G, ahh, our plates is from Texas
Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never smoke
Got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke
Out of town, we put it down in a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches
and fiends, and cops, makin niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot
We got some bitches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work
Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!)
That's the way I love it, you know I love that shit
The way I fucks a bitch and clock the green
(sung) Because it's all about the money man
(Daz) You can't get nuttin without it
(sung) It's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) That's what the ballers got
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) Yeah, yeah, yeah
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Cash dollar
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) You can't get nuttin without it
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Get it, get it, get it
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) Aww
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Run it, run it, run it
(Daz)
Fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes
and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the coke
Smokin weed by the zones (the pound)
Got a down ass bitch to help me get through shit
When times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch
Keep my eye for them high, and a motherfucker tune it out
Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's what it's all about
Bustin niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect
Sprayin niggaz down wit the tec, aww shit
Maintainin bangin me mad, still I do my thang
Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the gang
Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party live
Get the dumpin the niggaz that runnin for they lives
(FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang dick deep
Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings
Whatchu need is what we got
from the break you diss me to your favorite block
We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock
To let you know, motherfucker that it don't stop
Makin bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real
From hustin rock to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!)
This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control
To let you know-know what the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls
Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) .
(sung) . that it's all about the money man
(Daz) Can't do nuttin without it
(sung) It's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Yeah (?)
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) Can't be cheap
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Yeah, yeah, yeah
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) Money, money, cash money
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Cash scrilla
(sung) Said it's all about the money man
(Daz) Can't be cheap
(sung) Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
(Daz) Money, money
(Outro - Daz)
Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass
Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin?
Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know?
So y'all check game, peep game so y'all understand
It's all about that money mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin?
(Kurupt)
I seen this ho, yeh whats up bitch
a nigga never knew that he could fuck so quick
looney as the mutherfucka its the d-o-g
The K-u-r-u-p-t and the D-a-z
(Daz)
Well a.you know how we treat ho's
slammin on they back like dominos
on how I love love a bitch
thats why a bitch aint shit
thats the reason why your main ho ate my dick
(Kurupt)
Eh yo she ate yo dick(uh huh)
she ate mines too/now what the fuck did me and D-a-z pursue
(Daz)
We served the ho's gin and juice
and we blazed up the sac/
relax and chill the bitch didnt know how to act
(Kurupt)Now they all fucked up & theres a knock on the door
(Daz)Who is it?
(Kurupt)It's my nigga Snoop Dogg wit a flock a ho's
(Snoop Dogg)
Man I brought dick suckin Annie Mae
ass lickin Sandy Fae
Renee/Cherl and this here is Tanqueray
ladies chill make yourself at home
once again it's on
Chorus
(Kurupt)Now if I fuck
(Daz)and if Style fuck
(Snoop)yo and if Snoop fuck
(all)then we all gon fuck
(Kurupt)But if you fuck
(Daz)and if Dat Nigga Daz fuck
(Snoop)and if he fuck
(Kurupt)then we all gon fuck
(Kurupt)Now if I fuck
(Daz)and if I fuck
(Snoop)yo and if I fuck
(Kurupt)then we all gon fuck
(Kurupt)what if Snoop fuck
(Daz)and if I bust a nut
(Snoop)and if I bust a nut
(Kurupt)then we all gon fuck(beeatch)
(Snoop)
Drip Drop Drop Drip
look at these ho's all over my dick
tic toc toc tic
ho's be talkin shit but steady gobblin dick
(Daz)Shit im surprised to see this bitch at the party
(Kurupt)Man I like that one Id bet she'd eat a fat one
(Daz)
I bet Id fuck that bitch(put that on somethin)
I see it in her eyes/I know what she be wantin(what)
the ho think I got a gang a endz
I could fuck her.and probly 20 a da bitch friends
(Snoop)
Back off or jack off and quit that jaw jackin
and get my muthafuckin endz stackin
You know how my program flow(but I love you Snoop Dogg)
I dont love you ho
(Daz)
I see my cousin Joe Cool pull me to the side
and blaze us all high
(Kurupt)
Now why are we high as venus you see us floatin...
(Daz)Whole up... waz up?
(girl)waz up
(Daz)where's Thurman?
(girl)up in here
(Daz)how many ho's yall bringin over here
(girl)about 5 for each
(Daz)where yall at the freeway?
(girl)we on the freeway
(Daz)Damn.Took yall long enough we was jumpin like a mu when it
was about 11 oclock
(Girl)Who the hell over there... Kurupt over there?
(Daz)Yeah.me, dogg
(Girl)Is Snoopy Dogg over there?
(Daz)Yeah...
(Girl)Well tell that nigga I said whole up we gon be there on
them thang in a minute
(Daz)aight so we gon be here
(girl)what?
(Daz)we gon be here wit some more ho's chillin and relaxin
(girl)...thats right thats rightnone of us dont carry nuttin
.its goin down... down
every body know that DPG see bad boys runnin
bad boy (dpg)
bad boy (dpg)
every body know that DPG see bad boys runnin
as we proceed
to give yall what you need
super powers have united
you know what time it is
its craccin all night (coast to coast to everywhere we go)
the partys jumping jumpingjumpin
the place pack
Intro: Dr. Dre
That's right
Some of that shit you just can't fuck wit
Tha Dogg Pound flava, for the nine-fever
Knowhat
I'msayin? Michel'le in the house
That's right, set it off
Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz, Michel'le
Young Daz struck a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the house, check it out
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Are ya wit it? Hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the mommaso we can get down upon the living room floor
Are ya wit it? I promise I won't kill it
Puddy-cat on a leash what should I do, should I kill it? Yesss
See back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me
[that's right]
Now that is so right and natural
No other man that I can see
I'm singin in my backgrounddiggin up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will I be told regroup
Let's play house
Chorus: Daz, Michel'le, Nate Dogg
Engine engine number nine let's play house
Rollin down the DP line(repeat 2X)
[Michel'le]
Let's play house...
[Michel'le]
Is that what you want me to do with you? You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play the daddy
You can play the mommaand I'll play the daddy
[Michel'le]
Let's play house
You can play tha momma let's play houseand I'll be the daddyand I'll be the daddythat runs the house, straight up
Verse Two: Dat Nigga Daz, Kurrupt
I'm in the shack bout to blaze up a sack
Yeah we grown all alone posted up the back
There's no mistakin, I can have the whole house shakin
(DAZ) YOUNG GOTTI
Dillinger...(ssssss Young Gotti)
Yeah (its been a long time... ya know what i mean)
(throughout the years)
(we've been puttin this muthaf**kin shit down)
(ridin to what we call this gangsta shit whats up)
its alot of niggas that stay down
but its alot of niggas who act like bustas,(bitches) in diguise
(sucka ass)and we know ya'll, ya'll know us
but ya'll don't keep it gansta'd up Daz n'Kurrupt
i don't know about all, what ya'll think
but i know what we know
(and this is how it is so all ya'll niggas)
(betta get ya'lls pistols 'cause its goin down right now)
man slap that bitch foe nuthin
(she ain't shit, yous a bitch, day one i know)
(and i shall see throughout the streets we will live and survive)
DILLINGER AND YOUNG GOTTIIII!
Kurupt:
Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin'
Supafly you sick fa this
We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and rock
Yeah...
Hey Sean let's bang this, turn it up, man
Let me talk ta these niggaz
verse 1: Kurupt
Who you aimin' at, nigga?
You know I got you
Look me up ta find (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get away muthaf**ka we after ya
I drain MC's, poetical Dracula
I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I mutilate with words and lyrics
I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits
I'm everywhere like germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and night
Like birds and crickets
I got birds worth fourteen tickets
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga what up?"
He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh!
First thing I did was just smirked and laughed
I looked over at Daz and then we whoooped his ass!
The present is the present and the past is the past
And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga
Chorus:
Daz- Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga
Daz- Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Cuz if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just...
Daz- Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- All we know, through the highs 'n' lows is West Coast, muthaf**ka, muthaf**ka
Daz- Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cuz I just, keep, it, gangsta
Daz- Just keep it gangsta, nigga!
2nd verse: Daz
Glock 40, grip it tight, AK on the back seat
Don't ask me shit, muhf**kaz don't like me
And you, I don't like you too, so
This is what I'm goin' do
Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu
His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you
Niggaz on lockdown feel what I'm kickin'
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin'
When the revolva click back
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want that
A mainside nigga but I'm West Coast'd out
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth
What is the (statue?) amount, nigga?
I'm about them G's
And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese
From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' 'em down, muhf**ka what you figure?
repeat chorus
verse 3: Lady of Rage
I'm not the Dogg Pound Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz quick
Big body on that Dogg Pound gangsta shit
Now when I go bananas
Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz
Goin' let you know I bang straight from the gate
See these flows f**k it up like it was a case a weight, now
In 'n outta state, I
Bend 'em outta shape, I
Wipe 'em off my slate, I
Clean 'em off my plate, I
Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages
Roll, where my dogz at?
Here's a snausage? Here's a treat
For your appetite of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." (MC Hammer sample)
F**k this shit, ya'll must of forgotten
I still give it to ya like I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over pissy drunk
(? this line unintelligible?)
Cuz lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped
It's big payback, (?)
If ya feelin' froggish in heat
But I don't just keep doggin' tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I just freaked
I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat
[Chorus:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
[Kurupt:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
I'm the motherfucker they callin' to take care of ya
From the A (from the A) to Bulgaria
Pimpin' bitches all over this area
Don't act hard now motherfucker
Cause your homies with ya now motherfucker
Cause I'll lay ya down motherfucker
And every nigga with ya, this the Pound motherfucker
So original, diabolicle individuals
Retarded residuals, criminals, indivisible
Enter invisible, ready to dump it out
Me and D-A-Z rollin', blastin' and dumpin' down
[Chorus:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
[Daz Dillinger:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
We run the hood, ain't nobody here scared of ya
One-time can't hold me back
Motherfuckers better get the gat and show me where it's at
We bust on 'em at point-blank range, niggaz small change
Niggaz bring the fire, I'll bring the pain
Burn up the block, destroyin' what you're made of
The way we did your homies, we showin' the same love
Pistol grip, blood will mash, you know that we shoot 'em
Creep on his bitch ass and you know that we do him
Money, dope, blowin' too - we takin' the whole pie
No lie my nigga, the whole house gotta die
[Chorus:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
[Kurupt:]
Bomb on his homie so the function is official
Run up on the next nigga, keep pressin' the issue
Take off on that nigga lookin' at you all funny
Nigga what he wanna do, it's murder or money
Seperate every one of 'em, I'm murderin' money
[Daz Dillinger:]
What the fuck you lookin' at, nigga you want somethin' from me?
Rollin' in the 'Llac, with the gauge in the back
Nigga say somethin' smart I'm a lay his ass flat
I ain't for that bullshit when you're yappin' ya mouth
You'll get fucked up, "Aiyyo" and all that fuckin "What's up"
Step another step I'll erase your rep
He didn't listen so well so he got his shirt wet
[Chorus:]
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
[kurupt]
Daz, come check it out
Nigga, where the carat, nigga?
Tear that ass up, yeah, honey you like that uh
Oh yeah, huh, oh, bust a nut, hold it, hold it
Oh, i'ma bust a nut in your motherfuckin mouth
Hold on, take this motherfucker
(ooooh, my pussy)
What the fuck then? i'ma bust that in your motherfucker
*both climax*
(I got the bomb)
Ooh, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Ooooh, you got some bomb
Bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (yeah I got some bomb azz pussy)
*repeat 4x*
The bar is closed, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Have you ever have you ever had some bomb pussy? *repeat 4x*
[snoop doggy dogg]
I took a trip to the other side of the planet
Fuckin hoes in japan didn't understand it
Joe cool is my witness and the homey style
Blowin saki part one, gettin buckwild
With some hoes from the other side of the globe
I mean this bitch pussy so tight it's fittin like a glove
Could it be a small case of puppy love you see?
(snoop doggy I love you) hey bitch you ain't in love with me
[kurupt]
Now if I fucked yo' bitch, would a nigga trip?
Did you know your hoe's goin round blowin niggaz dicks?
Now would you trip? now trip I can, I go back
To when me and daz was chillin in atlanta
Atlanta was the place to be, see it was bitches and shit
We had a, show to go do down at the freaknik, we had a
Bitch, that was all up on our dicks
Cause she knew about the homey and she knew about the click
I'm kurupt, and that's dat nigga daz
And that's the homey el, so what's poppin with the azz
(snoop: got some bomb azz pussy)
Bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (snoop: I heard that)
(I got the bomb)
Bitch you got the bomb (snoop: shit, you got the bomb azz pussy)
(yeah I got the bomb)
I heard you got some bomb (snoop: my homeboy told me)
(yeah, I got that bomb)
Bitch you got the bomb (snoop: he said you got some bomb)
(yeah I got that bomb azz pussy, yeah give it here)
(snoop: oooh, shit you got some bomb azz pussy)
(yeah, I got the bomb)
(snoop: don't front, I know you got the bomb)
(yeah, I got the bomb)
(snoop: yeah, I smell it, can I inhale it? )
(uh-huh, I got the bomb)
(snoop: let you tell it, I know you got
Some bomb azz pussy)
[dat nigga daz]
You know sometimes
The pussy gets to callin me man
And the pussy be like daz...
And I respond to the pussy like, what's happenin?
And you can fuck me, and fuck my cousin
And fuck nate
Then fuck everyone of my motherfuckin homies, in the dpg
Shhhh
Now tell the homies what's happenin hoe, for real
Show me some sex and affection and lick me down slow ya know
That's what I want, that's what I need
Now I'd only satisfy you to fulfill my needs
The hoe get to suckin, five minutes later be get to fuckin
Now the hoe shocked, me just slipped off the rubber
I said oooh (oooh), noo (noo)
While I bust a hellified superfied nut, I had to go
Straight pimpin in the city, shakin ass and titties
Some bitches had the bomb puss, but some bitches didn't
Now have you ever...
(have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
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