[Techniec]
Ha ha ha ha!
Yeah..
You heard of us..
New Age.. new page..
Ha ha ha.. yeah yeah y'all
New Age Outlaw, opposite Southpaw
Big water balloon balls and barroom brawls
The takedown, ain't nothin fake now
We earthquake towns, prepare for the shakedown
Try your luck - we aim to light it up
A million and one styles multiplied by a buck
Say it loud - pull out and spray the crowd
Wet'cha - only way you leave here is on a stretcher
I won't let'cha, get a hold of Tech
Hold a Tec, squeeze and fold your set
You loaded yet? I'm already bustin let loose
Lose your neck, it's time you get used to Tech
You ain't gettin what you used to get, it's a new day
Kickin the do' down, Y-2-K
Whether you care to see it or care to believe
You'll get with beaten with bats until you paraplegic
[Chorus: Techniec, Bad Azz]
You ain't hard, you ain't tough
You little punks don't pump no fear in us [x3]
You ain't hard, you ain't tough
Is you hearin us? You don't pump no fear in us
[Bad Azz]
See me, I ain't never lived a average life
I had the craziest days and the maddest nights
I wake up in a cold sweat, havin these fights
Then toss and turn in my sleep for the rest of the night
Wake up with my dukes on, scrappin again
Cause my life - is just one big fight
I remember when my momma used to say it was simple son
All you really gotta do is watch yo' temper
and stay away from trouble but I always invite it
It seemed like that same day I was fightin
Stressin shoulda figured I ain't had no patience
I stay in some wild physical confrontation
Yeah, that's how I got to ballin on y'all
We hit the bar, Techniec started a brawl
I slammed a man, he left out in ambulance
You heard the sirens, you disturbed by the violence?
[Chorus]
[T] You wanna, break the law then make it +Raw+
Jump off the turnbuckle and break your jaw
[B] Bump that Tech, let's crack some heads
Bust some backs, and break us some arms and legs
[T] Shake the Feds, they know Techniec got skill
Hop out the wheel, smash the club to your grill
I'm Outlaw, I been barred from the county
Tech and B-A-D gettin hunted by a bounty
[B] Man I, sell you a dream then throw you a ass-whoopin
You respect it when I check it and tell me that's good lookin
Attack him if he ain't ready and crack him with somethin heavy
He was dizzy when we dipped he thought the 'Llac was a Chevy
[T] Smack out in a cloud of smoke, heart drop
to a slow rate, stars round your head rotate
[B] No wait - let's him with this before we dip out
and await the next time these two young niggaz trip out
F/ Snoop Dogg
* send corrections to the typist
[Snoop Dogg]
Ay yo Hollis
Give us some of that G Shit
Yeah, now come on
[Bad Azz]
Oh shit, come on
Get at me, come on
Get your ass on up, come on
[Snoop Dogg]
Ey, B-A-D this D-O-G, you got some Chronic smoke
I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out
I can't find it so I'm lookin' can you help me out
I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout?
[Bad Azz]
Ey D-O-G, I got some Chronic, see I'm on my way
I'm about to roll me up a blunt and than I'm on my way
See I was smokin', the whole time I was on my way
And I ain't seen no one-time while I was on my way
[Snoop Dogg]
Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha
All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her
Man, it's a trip how they do me, ooh wee
Make me everywhere like ????
[Bad Azz]
The money and the bitches, the cars with all the switches
And the houses with the big TV's with all the couches
Bout this get money now attitude with a gat or two
And haters, in it, always gon be mad at you
[Snoop Dogg]
They caught us in the pen, an
Gang Banger, Rap Slanger, Crap Slangers, Head Bangers
In this motherfucker bitch, it's the B-A-D
With the motherfuckin' D-O-double G, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Bad Azz]
We keep it happenin' and crackin', mackin', stackin'
With my gat and I'm a Gangsta about my motherfuckin'
Paper Loc, I'm Mr. B-A-D, I'm with Bigg Snoop D-O-double G
Fuck being stuck, get bucks, backed up, nigga WHAT?
Me and Snoop'll shoot, we in the Coupe, we into loot
We in group, nigga we ain't hot for suit, we your mouth
We in your pocket, but too, money made honey grind for me
Come show me what you done for me, homie real hoes get money
Pussy, titties and ass to shake, we on the strip or in the strip
Club, it's cash to make, we smash for cake, come on
[Snoop Dogg]
Mad niggaz wanna touch me, bad bitches wanna fuck me
Cuz I'm taller than small this bitch nigga tryin' ta
Punk me, what you say, we don't waste time, we drop proper
Lines and pop thighs and pop bottles of Dom (*pop*)
Pizzle, my Nizzle, Peace to Fran Dizzle and my folks in
Mississizzle, especial my Grandmizzle, you fizzle dizzle
What I sizzle (What you sizzle?), just put a whole lotta
Gumbo in the motherfuckin' Game
[Bad Azz]
You see the money ain't a thang, gotta represent your game
How we bang it ain't no motherfuckin' thang gon' change
We from the LBC, Worldwide Dogghouse Family
[Snoop Dogg]
We show you how to do it, sippin' on some (?) fluid
Hollis tell me why you do it, comin' through and got a boomin'
Group of Gangsta G'z, that's on the motherfuckin' LBC (Eastside, Eastside)
[Snoop Dogg]{Bad Azz
Groove on, groove on
Move on, move one{Come on
Groove on, groove on{Come on
Move on, move on
Groove on{Pimp on, groove on
Move on {Come on, move on
Get freaky{Pimp on
[Bad Azz talking]{Snoop
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, Bad Azz Extravagant Records
We are Dogghouse Style in ya mouth, 2000 {plus one*ecohing*, BITCH
[Snoop Dogg talking]{Bad Azz
Yeah, Yeah, Personal Business, {pimp on, come on...yeah, come on, pimp on, come on
Keep it there Bad Azz, run your Business my nigga
Yeah, from the Sac-Town back to the LBC, somethin' to get your crawl on to
Featuring Snoop Dogg]
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) x2
Verse 1-Bad A$$
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
schools full of devils
the church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare
that's endin us
they anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
up your life, I'll make you love it
cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
of us all gathered up in our game colors
man, these my gang brothas
what, you aint heard of us
you aint never ever heard the word murderer's
we make the news what it is
you ask what is this
we the reason why the police in business
so run up on us with your knife and your pistols
we'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
smash in this coupe with my passenger Snoop.
Chorus: Snoop Dogg
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
Them Long Beach niggas be puttin it down
Dogg Pound Gangstas make the world go round
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
so get cha' ass up just to get on down
Snoop Dogg and Bad A$$ is puttin it down
repeat
Verse 2-Snoop Dogg
Never pause on my feet, I'm DPG, LBC, me and B-A-D
low ridin', and Navigators foe the haters
I take some for now, and save some for later
smoke with Coke Loc
a dip with Tip Tip
get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee
livin that DP, give me that ST
in a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG
and a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
some Colt for this hand
and some juice for this gin
aint no bitch like this bitch I got
cuz this bitch I got, clock nots and rocks
money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor Nedios, and stank is steady
goin
bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
from up north to Dogg Pound California
you heard of that gangstaville
the city where they don't talk and everybody C-walk
it's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
and you got to have heart from the start man
fake snitches and fake bitches
that's probably why I break niggas and break bitches
word on the streets Bad A$$ is a fool
then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
Low life gangstas, Dogg Pound gangstas, put them all together
man I love gangstas
head, shoulders, feet and toes
lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
V.I.P. on DPG, Snoop D-O double G, and the B-A-D
Chorus x1
Verse 3-Bad A$$
Only talk what you know
I never seen you round the Pound
so won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
don't speak on dat
don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
we keep a money move, hate while we regulate
and get real papes, rich like Bill Gates
while you make it to the Haters Hall of Fame
we'll be whippin Navigators
winnin this baller's game
yellin Long Beach niggas keep puttin it down
Lowlife and at the Pound while we smoke on an ounce
steady plottin on big mail
layin in the hotel
chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
I hit Darochee come and scoop me
drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play?
and shorty played it only ?twice?
ay, they set a 8 beat
it's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
they better go flag em' down in the street
ay, follow us to the spot
while the playa hatas pray that we stop
[talking]
Check it, brrrrrow!
That was personal!
It's real with this
I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts,
and the minds of those have-nots
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
(Bad Azz is a fool)
well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
[Verse 1]
I'm a product of the block
selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock
and my house is the dope spot
on the couch with the door locked
Shorty K's on the phone, Lil J's on the floor
the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door
who is it?
I aint expectin no visit
so shady, I answer the door with the 380
cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons
frontin niggas get nothin
it's like all of the sudden
everybody's want a Bentley
everybody got a rap
everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack
How's that?
for history on Unsolved Mysteries
you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me
in traffic I'm a hood-type nigga made good
I'm the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood
and you should, recognize life is more important
every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter
we order death at the burger stand
murder stands closer to love than hate, wait
drugs are more abundant than fate
and there some places about as safe as being nowhere
close to your gun out in Kosovo
run on feet from the cops,
with the lights from the chopper on your back
ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack
if they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch me
fuck a six, I'd rather deal with God and repent
and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle
there's a little time left, let's hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga
drink away the drama before it leads us astray
wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day
and aye aye
if I cane I aint got enough money honey
real sunny days make me horny, do you want me
to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie and some brandy, and he
took her to the hotel
to whoop her and let her throw tail
all around the room, and check out about noon
to zoom zoom
and I smashed off
just to drop the ass off
and turn the beat up, and speed up
cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on
[chorus]
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
(Bad Azz is a fool)
well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name
(Bad Azz is a fool)
I can see you don't know, exactly what the game is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
I'm just trying to give you hope, that's exactly what my aim is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
[Verse 2]
In this forsaken life of sin
they got a cell for you waiting at the pen
your homies is there, that aint never coming back again
it's silly murders in the dope game
robbed and executed over cocaine
from Little Rock on back up to Spokane
and L.A.'s the same thang
the same place the kids play they gang bang
they bang bang and shoot em up
and who the fuck!
got heart enough to talk to a pistol
blow the whistle on your life
it's like craps on the dice
bustin' caps on a bike
flee speedin down an alley
thinking 'Damn! It's somethin bout Cali'
It's water or the Cavi
naw maybe it's the bitches and the sunshine
fool it's the palm trees, cool breeze and one time
This the home of ragtops and swimsuits
we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don't fuck with Timb boots
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
run up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit
We in the chamber off safety
you in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make me
wanna take it there, make it wear
you aint really safe out here
Comin up on your block
poppin shots out the drop
Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat up
and speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on
[Chorus]
F/ Lil' Beau, Lil' Tip Toe
(Chorus)
What I'm gon' do, what I'm gon' be
If I have to please you and I don't please me
I got too many choices, too many choices
What I'm gon' do, what I'm gon' be
If I have to please you and I don't please me
I got too many choices, too many choices
(???)
I've been so many places, still I don't know where I wanna be
People forever changin, rearrangin, I see things
I gotta go, don't wanna know your name
'Cause your life, is none like
But I want you to know before I go, that baby, we could've had it all
We could've had it all
(Bad Azz)
Just to be alive is a blessin to me
Ay, you can lose your mind and heavy stress movin
Recently, I've been talkin to myself alot
I answer back, thinkin 'I ain't supposed to answer that'
Is that a fact? Am I losin it for what I said?
Or is it 'cause a nigga talkin and ain't no one there
I can't remember 'cause I'm scared, I don't look back
It's hell behind me and I ain't tryna' get took back
I know you feel me, stressin, learnin lessons of life
'Til they kill me, and we'll be, aight in the long run
Maybe mix son gin with my life 'cause we all gone crazy
And maybe, we'd learn to maintain
It'd help us stay sane, for the time we remain
Or maybe, the rest of the world'd lose they mind
And we'd die not knowin how we wasted perfect time
Damn, (we could've had it all)
(Chorus) 1/2x
(Lil' Beau)
I'm on top of the world and about it
Yeah, it don't make sense, only chase for sex and presidents
Probably next on the set but I check myself quick
My old homies wanna get me (fuck y'all), the devil wanna hit me
Flashin cash that like ??? on ass
Givin into greed, doin dirty deeds for the last time
I swore to God it was, but I lie
I try to stay clean but clockin green made the Holy Ghost die
That's why B.T. bangin now, that's why bigets is slangin 'round
It's 'cause we don't know how, to stay sane in this game
Havin chips and then they took away, it's just another face of pain
And while I got a couple bitches try and dirty up my name
Gettin served by a couple hoes, gobble up the game, goin crazy
And still grind sales in this payin-the-world game
But I choke, it ain't nobody fall but Lil' Beau
Tell the tag on my toe and nigga mourn what he here for
Friends be the snakes in disguse so I fear for 'em
Knowin Jesus watchin all my homies and my kinfolk
Guide me the right way, you'll pay for ??? yourself, yeah
(Chorus) 1/2x
(Lil' Tip Toe)
I wake up early in the mornin everyday, when the sun rise
Just prayin for the world to come together before my son rise
And get old, and have to go through life without a daddy
Just because your Caddy came through with a barrel pointed at me
Life is short to bein happy, so I live with smiles and hugs
But some folks, they rather trip to spittin rounds of slugs
I keep it real for those that choose to learn game from me
I'd probably blast myself before you'd ever see a change in me
I'm goin crazy out here, God help me if you will
I try to keep it real, on my journey up the hill for a mil
But still, I got too many choices to make
And while Tha Lowlifes risin to the top they hopin we brake
Lil' Tip'll never fall without a reason from God
You will never fall without a reason from God
(I got too many choices, too many choices, we could've had it all)
[Bad Azz]
Oh yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you
From birth to what you represent now
It's the truth, life on earth, it was Heaven sent down
It's just a test so he can see if you can live beyond the clouds
Behind the pearly gates, behind the swirly hate
I wanna get a chance to stroll on them golden rolls
But how can you dance?, the Devil's holdin' on your soul
See it's never what it looks like, it's always what it is
Me, I'm great, and I'ma help make the future for the kids
I await with lots of faith to see what it really is
And everybody wanna know about this Row run-in
I told Ray J "fuck Suge", he got the message
Now he mad like "Bad Azz, watch when we catch him"
I ran into him with his snakes and +Spyder+'s, they got beside us
Put they hands on Bad, I got ambitionz of a ridah
And Pac died fuckin' with you caught up in this game
Shit, everybody know it, they just all scared to say shit
Kurupt a fuckin' trader, he betrayed his country
I could really get started but I don't think you niggaz want me
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout hate
I'm talkin' 'bout crime, I'm talkin' 'bout my life
Talkin' 'bout them, talkin' 'bout sin
Talkin' 'bout me, (I'm talkin' 'bout my life)
[Konflict]
Who's really the bad guy?, who's ready to die?, really, c'mon
Tell me what's the price of livin' life freely
Never could I switch and change, I love the homies
Never could I snitch and leave the gang, fortune and fame
I'd rather be broke with my teammates, than rich with snakes
And still feel good and be respected through every hood
Look like you asked yourself
Don't you know fuckin' with the Devil bad for your health?
But Lord it look like they don't see
Wanna self-destruct, go ahead, that's where you're headed for bucks
Sell your soul, just watch where you go, no luck
Yeah these +Streetz Iz A Mutha+, the whole world's +Kurupt+
When the homies done lovin' you'll feel all alone, the love's gone
To me, it seems strange how the game is gone
Bustas yellin' "ride or die", heart showin' they true size
Blowin' dick like a bitch to get chips
How many licks do it take to get rich?
And if you really callin' shots around here
The homie Bad woulda never got jumped on around here
But now we know where your heart lay, don't try to conversate
and play slick like we gon' let that bullshit slide
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout hate
I'm talkin' 'bout crime, I'm talkin' 'bout my life
Talkin' 'bout them, talkin' 'bout sin
Talkin' 'bout me, (I'm talkin' 'bout my life)
[Bad Azz]
It's been a minute since I first came in here
To win it I knew I had to watch myself around you snakes from the beginning
Never took my eyes off of the game, since I've been in it
You could rap but can't fuck with a thang that I be spittin'
I'm a man, I'ma ride for myself until I'm dead
And you foolish if you think I won't shoot you in the head
I ain't never had a friend like Pac
And don't we all wish that other motherfucker in the car got shot?
See everybody on Death Row just waitin' to die
It's like - sell your soul to Simon and just get in the line
I ain't one to let a black cloud cover my shine
I'm like Edison, I keep a bright light in my mind
They didn't - break my spirit, I just stay with my nine
And I don't own no vest 'cause God blessin' my life
And what's real, I live the truth for the rest of my life
And I'll kill you, that's real, you keep testin' my life
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout hate
I'm talkin' 'bout crime, I'm talkin' 'bout my life
Talkin' 'bout them, talkin' 'bout sin
F/ Ice Cube
[Bad Azz]
Yeah, come on
Bad Azz is here
Come on
All year
Mister 2000
All year
Millenium music
Mister 21st Century
Its like race car lights
Its just like shakin the dice
Just pray for your life ain't always makin it right
I'm safe in the light
The subjects to the dangers of all
They aimin at cha'll
And we the ones mostly involved
Its most of y'all
Trust me, they don't know me to ball
See the truth is I don't feel they owe me at all
The focus is small
A nigga either broke or he ball
And me, I smoke til I choke and I cough, drink til I barf
Sometimes I ain't thinkin at all
But I don't pray to take my eyes of y'all
These streets don't brawl
(stick 'em up!)
Don't nobody hesitate to drop a body
Karate can't do nothing to me
I got a shawty if anybody need to penetrate 'em
Now you can die while in the streetz of illustrated
This world was given to me I went here to make it
Now you gon relate to this, or you either hatin
[Hook: Ice Cube]
(Bad Azz)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it)
[Ice Cube]
Lyrical Rembrant
Spend that
Nigga we put that Henn that
Since 14 been makin green where you wanna go and spend that?
I grin that, HOES
Now I'm all up in that
Bout 15 min-at
Car done Luitenant
Me and Bad Azz is makin that dash
Smokin that hash
Spendin the cash
If they ask
Willin to mash
When we pass we gon blast
Who gon last this aftermath?
Who gon rock shit after that?
Comin from a gang bang habitat
Nigga can't even have that
Motherfucker didn't even have a gat
Who the fuck do you think we laughin at?
Youse a bitch, youse a snitch, youse the nigga that I have to jack
I'm the man, gat in hand, didn't think that I'd have to pack
But I do, fuckin you, hows your life, can't have it back
[Bad Azz]
(Ice Cube)
These streetz illustrated
(And I know they hate it)
These streetz illustrated
(And you know I'm hated)
These streetz illustrated
(Lyrics nigga play it)
These streetz illustrated
(Rhymes X rated)
[Bad Azz]
We just write about it
But you can die about it
Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it
See we just write about it
But you can die about it
Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it
[Hook: Ice Cube]
(Bad Azz)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(Now you can be a C about it nigga we about it)
Streetz illustrated, nigga
[Bad Azz]
Its that West Coast slug, that crip shit
That thuggin heavy with yo head to get yo grip quick
We here to claim our own gold daytonas
To slide through in the lak with the ray chrome on 'em
Jump to it, and I ain't never gotta, bounce back
I count stacks
Just cop with me and ounce sack
Announce back
You big mouth hater, you, we hit back
We got slugs in exchange for you
You underminded, we a keep ya here and change the truth
If you can find us we got drugs in exchange for lute
The cops got pictures of our mugs and our gangsta suits
Traffic ain't shit ta niggas like us with a 20 proof
We make it really hot
And those that really cops
Somebody that really shot
See how much you really got
The streetz'll eat you up
If they don't catch you first and beat you up
Nigga the little kids'll eat you up!
[Hook: Ice Cube](Bad Azz)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, in a shadow light
(Now you can be a C about it nigga we about it)
[Bad Azz]
We just write about it
But you can die about it
Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it
See we just write about it
But you can die about it
Now you can be a C about it nigga we about it
I'm low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
Just low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
Just low life'n with this nigga wit an attitude
Just low life'n and I might point my gat at you
[Hook: Ice Cube](Bad Azz)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day
We be in 'em streetz, every single day!
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day!
(Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it)
We be in 'em streetz, every single day!
(See we just write about it, but you can die about it)
We be in 'em streetz, in a shadow light!
(Now you can be a C about it nigga we about it)
Motherfucker
(Police officer talking)
(Bad Azz talking)
I guess they think since Pac died, we gon' let up or somethin
Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whyn't we let these niggas have it
(Daz)
?? back home, ??? for shit, c'mon
Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on
Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters
We greet 'em with death and show 'em that they can't defeat us
By any means, a call from here to get rid of y'all
It don't stop, until my casket drop
Get my palms red
And it read one of us'll be dead a week later, L-Dog'll get it
The beef, to make sure none of y'all get is
Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did
See there won't be no tomorrow
Somebody got's to die, not tonight or tomorrow
I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk
Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump
Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back
And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about
(Chorus)
Don't wanna die
And don't be ready, gon' ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a nigga's gonna ride
Don't wanna die
And don't be ready, gon' ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a nigga's gonna ride
Don't wanna die
(Bad Azz)
Who me? I mean death before dishoner
Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on 'em
Jump out on 'em, click, pull the pump out on 'em
Whose the punk out of 'em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash 'em
Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets
Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats
Nigga fuck rappin, we into killin and scrappin
Over bullshit that happened, nigga duckin while we cappin
And FUCK you niggas, hatin little Pac imitators
Wanna be Outlawz, nigga Snoop the Top Dogg
Turn rappers into ???, tell 'em who's the ?? Chronic
These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it
Nigga don't it feel good to be a D.P.G.
We escaped from Death Row, you're still locked in the click
I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit
When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin
(Chorus)
(Daz)
I'm out for the niggas who die, my instinct is prime
Time to time ask why do guys shout "die"
In a quick fast, I mash, that nigga Daz and Bad smash
That's how your homie got satched
We don't take shit, whether Blood or Crip
You'll get your ass kicked nigga come talkin that shit
I'm ??? ??? murder in ???
And yet, and still I ain't ??? 'em out
(Bad Azz)
And don't forget you're in L.A., fool stompin you out
Anywhere out of town it's a gun in your mouth
Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners
We ain't learnin, it ain't healthy
You'll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy
So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state
Since it ain't no love, say goodnight after I hate you
Any playa that's in love with life, I can't relate to
Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you
(Chorus)
(talking)
Check it, brrrrrow!
That was personal!
It's real with this
I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts,
and the minds of those have-nots
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
(Bad Azz is a fool)
well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
[Verse 1]
I'm a product of the block
selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock
and my house is the dope spot
on the couch with the door locked
Shorty K's on the phone, Lil J's on the floor
the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door
who is it?
I aint expectin no visit
so shady, I answer the door with the 380
cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons
frontin niggas get nothin
it's like all of the sudden
everybody's want a Bentley
everybody got a rap
everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack
How's that?
for history on Unsolved Mysteries
you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me
in traffic I'm a hood-type nigga made good
I'm the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood
and you should, recognize life is more important
every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter
we order death at the burger stand
murder stands closer to love than hate, wait
drugs are more abundant than fate
and there some places about as safe as being nowhere
close to your gun out in Kosovo
run on feet from the cops,
with the lights from the chopper on your back
ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack
if they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch me
fuck a six, I'd rather deal with God and repent
and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle
there's a little time left, let's hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga
drink away the drama before it leads us astray
wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day
and aye aye
if I cane I aint got enough money honey
real sunny days make me horny, do you want me
to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie
and some brandy, and he
took her to the hotel
to whoop her and let her throw tail
all around the room, and check out about noon
to zoom zoom
and I smashed off
just to drop the ass off
and turn the beat up, and speed up
cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on
(chorus)
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous
(Bad Azz is a fool)
well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name
(Bad Azz is a fool)
I can see you don't know, exactly what the game is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
I'm just trying to give you hope, that's exactly what my aim is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
[Verse 2]
In this forsaken life of sin
they got a cell for you waiting at the pen
your homies is there, that aint never coming back again
it's silly murders in the dope game
robbed and executed over cocaine
from Little Rock on back up to Spokane
and L.A.'s the same thang
the same place the kids play they gang bang
they bang bang and shoot em up
and who the fuck!
got heart enough to talk to a pistol
blow the whistle on your life
it's like craps on the dice
bustin' caps on a bike
flee speedin down an alley
thinking 'Damn! It's somethin bout Cali'
It's water or the Cavi
naw maybe it's the bitches and the sunshine
fool it's the palm trees, cool breeze and one time
This the home of ragtops and swimsuits
we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don't fuck with Timb boots
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
run up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit
We in the chamber off safety
you in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make me
wanna take it there, make it wear
you aint really safe out here
Comin up on your block
poppin shots out the drop
Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat up
and speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on
(Chorus)
Bad Azz is a fool (repeated until end)
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) x2
Verse 1-Bad A$$
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
schools full of devils
the church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare
thats endin us
they anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
up your life, I'll make you love it
cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
of us all gathered up in our game colors
man, these my gang brothas
what, you aint heard of us
you aint never ever heard the word murderer's
we make the news what it is
you ask what is this
we the reason why the police in business
so run up on us with your knife and your pistols
we'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
smash in this coupe with my passenger Snoop.
Chorus: Snoop Dogg
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
Them Long Beach niggas be puttin it down
Dogg Pound Gangstas make the world go round
(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)
so get cha' ass up just to get on down
Snoop Dogg and Bad A$$ is puttin it down
repeat
Verse 2-Snoop Dogg
Never pause on my feet, I'm DPG, LBC, me and B-A-D
low ridin', and Navigators foe the haters
I take some for now, and save some for later
smoke with Coke Loc
a dip with Tip Tip
get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee
livin that DP, give me that ST
in a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG
and a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
some Colt for this hand
and some juice for this gin
aint no bitch like this bitch I got
cuz this bitch I got, clock nots and rocks
money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor Nedios, and stank is steady goin
bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
from up north to Dogg Pound California
you heard of that gangstaville
the city where they don't talk and everybody C-walk
it's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
and you got to have heart from the start man
fake snitches and fake bitches
thats probably why I break niggas and break bitches
word on the streets Bad A$$ is a fool
then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
Low life gangstas, Dogg Pound gangstas, put them all together
man I love gangstas
head, shoulders, feet and toes
lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
V.I.P. on DPG, Snoop D-O double G, and the B-A-D
Chorus x1
Verse 3-Bad A$$
Only talk what you know
I never seen you round the Pound
so won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
don't speak on dat
don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
we keep a money move, hate while we regulate
and get real papes, rich like Bill Gates
while you make it to the Haters Hall of Fame
we'll be whippin Navigators
winnin this baller's game
yellin Long Beach niggas keep puttin it down
Lowlife and at the Pound while we smoke on an ounce
steady plottin on big mail
layin in the hotel
chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
I hit Darochee come and scoop me
drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play?
and shorty played it only ?twice?
ay, they set a 8 beat
it's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
they better go flag em' down in the street
ay, follow us to the spot
while the playa hatas pray that we stop
Chorus x2
Set some fire to this
Then puff, puff, and hold it in
Take a head spin, life's a high and then you die
You might die peaceful, you might die tragic
My life's like magic, rock Bentleys through traffic
Before I see a casket I got to see some section on my weight
That there'd probably stress myself to death
With all the attempts to stay sane and get rich
It all depends on maintain and get chips
Like in Casinos in Vegas, I only interact with playas who ride major
I only move for the paper
It ain't hard, but it sure ain't easy
Gotta touch what ya see if ya like what ya lookin at
You can die askin other people 'what you lookin at?'
Touchin that make us get to bustin at ya
Now you where nothin's at, ain't no discussin that
Keep it on the quiet, all that jaw-jackin cause riots
More life loss, how much do a life cost?
You ain't got the dough for that, we ain't finna go for that
We livin too low for that, with nothin to lose
I ain't got nothin to lose, everything I touch'll come up
I'm waitin 'round now for little mama with her pistols for sell
Her baby daddy in jail
And these his gun sheets sell to me upstate
Right now doin eight for a federal
That's what they tellin me in the hood the other day
You find who's doin what, in the strangest way
[Chorus]
What, what is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?
You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?
What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?
You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?
What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?
You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?
What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?
You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?
We heard that the word done got around pretty quick
'Cause on the eastside, man, it's been poppin and shit
I caught ya mouth runnin, that's black ??? on the beatin
That's Bad Azz rappin, that's the truth, yes on that one
But sometimes the word on the street can get you beat
And other times it get so deep the way a nigga need some heat
So outta yo' mouth please keep my name
So we can keep this on a level where the seat don't flame
To think and say to thought, is a blessing itself
And if you get begged to talk, that's a blessing for wealth
But your best bet is to know when to say what, why's that? 'Cause you can get
your people ???, aiiiight
When that happen people die unhappy
And what could be said and who can hear you when your dead
They talkin 'bout the words was once thoughts in ya head
You told 'em when you really should've sold 'em, now that's a fact
So quote the words if you caught it
And it's out my mouth, and you done heard you done bought it
Game, paid
[Chorus]
Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin
This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin
We fightin amongst each other, the sistas they turn on brothas
The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers
The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, it's so confusin
You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin
The cops, they wanna kill us, it's nobody there to help us
So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus
We dyin out here for no reason, death's every season
Life's like an asthma attack
Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint
Please belive it, the devil's so deceivin
He'll have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve
And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place
You gon' wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face
Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin
This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin
The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers
The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, it's so confusin
You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin
The cops, they wanna kill us, it's nobody there to help us
So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus
We dyin out here for no reason, death's every season
Life's like an asthma attack
Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint
Please belive it, the devil's so deceivin
He'll have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve
And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place
Featuring The Outlawz, Prince Ital Joe]
Intro:
[Bad Azz]
Hennesy
Freeride in the house
Busta Ass
[Kastro]
Outlawz
[Bad Azz]
Outlawz hooked up with that nigga Bad Azz
Makin' cash, motherfucker
[Prince Ital Joe]
See them runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya
Verse 1:
[Napolean]
Well since a young age
I'll been thugged out till the fullest
Niggas strap now
You don't want me dead
Gimme that, I'll bet I'll pull it
Cause since a young age
I been starvin'
Niggas say hungry
Fuck around with the lonely
You couldn't fuck around with the phony
In this life I lead
Nigga hustle
At a crack speed and I dig greed
Fuck makin' friends respectfully
I will cry for you at your murder scene
This Napolean
But he got quick, don't strike first, it's on again
In the shoe son
On the stash son
At least pretend he born away
This Outlawz, thug don't see
Fuck around you when I see
Your family, all the century
Matter of fack bitch only mention me
I'm comatosed
I'm stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest
At a overdose of bullets
And tell your bitch ass, shall pull it
You shouldn't fuck around
With the wrong Niggas
At the wrong time
At the wrong place
You shouldn't fuck with some Outlawz
Bad Boy killers
Puffy erasers
Verse 2:
[Kastro]
I'm a soldier
Sober
Even when I'm over
Smoked out, drunk and plus fuckin' on the sofa
In the Ghetto
You jellow, heart full of yellow
You thugged out, all bugged out
And can't settle
Word up
That's worth to me and all I love
My dick's stuck in the dirt
Fuckin' the world and can't bust
Back to the lab
Back to the bed
Born oven
You's a fag
Movin' fast
Happy ass, gone lucky
Picture this
A Nigga get blissed to remeniss
Fuck a ho
Fuck her slow
Put a strong in a stramp
It's me
Drunk as can be, on a humble
I piss shit and shit piss
Fuck till my dick crumble
My life, full of the worst
To imagine
Me in struggle like a magnet
Outlaw I'll savage
My time
Step on the grind, wouldn't mind
My life full of late nights
My time wont provide
Chorus: x2
[Bad Azz]
This life of mine
Were only time on my side till I die
Gettin' high,
waste of time
Livin' blind by the light
Gettin' by
The best way I can in these times
And it hurts to know my life ain't really mine
Verse 3:
[E.D.I]
Now the custom my kind are
They label me a plot
Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride on
End on drippin' blood
Like Salaam and I would
It's the wild, wild Westside
Best to recollect
Collect your toys
Try not to get too high
Off the laundry
Cause the crime seen to be you
Pride to the fight
You was yappin'
Now you see through
I fillst the evil
As soon as I enter the section
But I'm a renegade
Made of the days I remember
Ment to only live my life strife free
But Niggas like me
Want mo' hood
So we kick in the do'
Screamin' Outlawz
We outsmart hoes
With Bad Azz fo' sho
Get yours
Get the fuck off
And flow
Verse 4:
[Young Noble]
I'm hardly livin'
A Nigga pushin' that I should be in
Stuck in hole
The world put me in
Shiverin'
They sayin' thugs ain't citizens
In the civilized world among us
So world hunger
If they could
They take the world from us
And who I mean by they, teachers
Who don't believe in his students
Preachers who take the money
And turns folks us to use 'em
Crooked cops who blast Niggas
For thinkin' guns from ruthless
Politicians and bad lords,
knowin' their motherfucking choosers
Who the fuck they done to roof us
They made a Nigga snap
With bigger gaps and quicker raps
A Nigga nasty perhaps
Brief pass me the strap
Either the Glock or one of the Gauges
Tryin' to stab me or not
On a plot or rockin' stages
Pac raised us
Soldier never let fuckin' cops cage us
Sayin' we all lost souls
And they can't save us
Son is outrages
A faded ass like Noble
Sayin' Outlawz is no more
Thinkin' we all got killed
But we been on the day
Motherfucker since you was on me
Fuck you
Heads or tails get on the green
[Prince Ital Joe]
In the murder you try,
but you can't stop her
This is out the youth
Nobody here will die
Verse 5:
[Bad Azz]
Occupation sayin' Occupie
Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine
Cockin' nine up in these times
Ain't no stoppin' mine
Keep in mind
You can find the streets' greedy thugs
Heat takes souls away
It's no love
Drugs help me cope with no hope
It's like stressin'
Smoke a sassin
Can't find no bomb dope
Continue to pear
For steppin' with conceal weapons
Catchin' cases is in
In off the cell that you sleapped in
Lowlifes and big bold letters
Locked up
A half a key rocked up
I had your ass shot up
I keep dust kicked up
And that's another how you fuck wheels
Born to cause luck
These Outlawz they too much
Rust to the front
And get touched
And it was sluts who hit ya
Go tell 'em
Suck dick and tap
It's the only thing we sell 'em
Catch bullets as they hell 'em
And guess what
Nigga I stay bailin', yellin'
Rider die
Get richer stay high
In this life of mine
Gone were I don't care, I don't care
[Prince Ital Joe]
Gunshots
They tell 'em you go ruff
Gangsta
Buck, buck
Cause it's like respecting
Respect in every aspect,
that gone to be a suspect
Fuck, fuck
Gunshots
[Outlawz]
Outlawz
What you think about ridin'
You see
Here
We over here
Thug Pound rock
Fo sho
They never quit
This is what you want
(Dear God)
Verse 1:
[Bad A$$]
My life,
the race against time I beat
Cause my time will reach the finishline
before my life complete
I can't complain
so I'm livin' in this world so cold
It's on my mind,
I try to keep my soul
I used to be the female, real
Cause you can't think without your mind
Kill your brain
Body's nothin' but your soul still remain
Some game this is (What a game this is)
What a shame this is
How they use they punks to screw us
Than pull they guns and do us
Chorus:
[Woman overlaps Bad A$$]
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 2:
[Bad A$$ overlaps woman]
They never use money
(?)
Get your debt in control
Mind your friends or mind your fo's
They plot 'gainst the man
And his plan since the days away
Back when the calendar was made
But society falls
Merry earthquakes will top
Then never will it work
Revelations, you die
It's an eye for eye
So when he bite style we fire
To see livin' on earth in life is mighty die
But it's a new world order
And if you have some success (Dear God)
Then you're a victim of the system
Find peace to rest
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 3:
[Tray Deee overlaps woman]
I hit list to get chips
Big flip I peel
Not afraid of gangstas (?) the real
Caught up in the game
Now only rule survival
To be the next nigga
I see who's my rival (Dear God)
My world, were I come from
Is steady slump one
Runnin' up and commin' up with slugs,
cause they dump done (Dear God)
I'm on a mash but my cash and fashion
Askin' no questions, react to blastin'
Now who can I blank for my aim to win
And my deepest succeed try the game to end
(Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Dear God)
Up against and the ends and I dissed a cop
Made objectives to check chin and hit the top
Fuck the obstacles, my optic will provide the sight
For me to view, what to do as I grime and stripe (Dear God)
The right way might pay
But I can't wait long
So I never hesitates to get my page on
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older (grow on up)
In that game (in that game)
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 4:
[Bad A$$]
Now you can blame it on the block
You can blame it on glocks
You can blame it on the cocaine
Blame it on the brain, shit
Everythang happens fo' a reason
So why ask why
Just live it up you gotta die, die (Dear God)
If they wanted us to live (Dear God)
They wouldn't brainwashed our kids (Dear God)
You're struck,
body old enough to fuck and buck a nut (Dear God)
That's the way they statin'
Beat they ass pork
and be gone
Cancer and alcohol
Cut they life short
It's time to live
Might forgive the devil and his dollar
Two world gon' make it right
But it's a 'must' and not a 'might'
Let's do one to others
As they do one to you
You drug down on me
I put two guns on you
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
(Can you ever strut)
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
(Older in that game)
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Dear God, Dear God, Dear God
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Dear God, Dear God
Verse 1:
[The Lady Of Rage]
Now we gonna do what we do, uh
Rage and that Lowlife crew, uh
Break it on down for the mind, uh
Break it on down for the rhyme, ha
Ain't no shit for my fashion
On how I bake MC's like Alaska
King crap, it's to see Daz
put it on the ring, uh
They don't want to rock it
They don't wanna fuck around,
with Rage when I fuck up
Come in, fuckin' is human
Tell me what was you assuming
That Rage couldn't come with the full
I roll with the thunder
Put you straight under
Dodi, Diana, Princess
This woman's makin' wonders
They here to take hardest, regardless fools
Like Tray Deee,
I come down like bars to full
I got nothing to lose
I fill my war with booze
Too hard to ball,
so I could use to blues
When I cut the glass to blast
And break it down to up
And I fuck on they asses
Rage and Bad Azz
Two motherfuckin' bad asses
Is ready makin' in me
Set yourself back while The Legacy continue
Verse 2:
[Legacy]
It's quite hard to make 'em stay
In mind while I rhyme
Everyday,
cause rhyme got no time to waste time
Now I'm a prime (?)
No need to blast this bitch
Right in his ass for a time
I came and this true game I maintain
Lowlife up in no strain
Got this arrow queen's brain
Fuck I made a little money
Got no cherish single buddy
Weeded and honey
Dope, we played it
Just became it
We take it almost ready cause my shit is lethal
And all I see will be my people
Livin' up deepful
For all my younger people
Do your thing and just cock
Cause we ain't got home 'for the struggle
Verse 3:
[Bad Azz]
I got no gun, high
My life will end up
I life everyday
Got my life on ends but
I still got a little bit of hope for tomorrow
Finally have a little (?)
And for mine
I get around these punks now
And by rappers ain't achievin'
Like Francis' gun
Life backwards
Death's an unforbiddeble fact
And it's the ignorant Nigga
That'll run up on the strap
I'm back
I do some amazing thing
And on the track like siesta
Plurt your brains
Fuck, battle make you strong
Bangin' like this
Like put your name real small,
at the bottom of the list
I go get
And rhymin' like thinkin' bout death
There's no escape
No decisions to make
Ain't nothing left
The Legacy and Bad
The same page is for Rage
And little Lowlifes' smart
Like the world is our thing
Now that's that
I'm caught in the wars for yards
They keep it real through the struggle
Cause we all wanna ball
Bust mine
I got back and smacked your words
We never be soft
That's why I came to get you a girl
Since Rage's at the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Legacy is the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Bad Azz is the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Dogg Pound's at the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
F/ Val Young
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[Bad Azz talking]
Handle yours
Ay, Life is a Personal Business
You see what I'm handlin'
It's Personal Business
You handle your Business
Before I handle you, you heard me
Val holla at 'em
[Chorus: Val Young]
Take care of your Personal Business
Don't never let the game catch you slippin'
Take care of your Personal Business
Don't let the game get you and drive you insane
[Verse 1]
This here life of mine down this one way street
So unpredictable, tryin' to run into a Dollar
Drama all I seem to get into, can't rewind time
So the problems that's mine, is either solve 'em
Or deal with 'em tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a job
Money ain't circulatin', cops had the spot dropped
So it ain't no work in yay(?), What's up?
I'm thinkin' "Damn, I need a Dollar"
I feel stuck and the hard times make me wanna holla
God help me out here, oh no I'm with my last
Knowin' I can be the next to die, gone with the pass that
I don't wanna feel like real life's hard to live
Fake cuz when they do me, ay, this ain't no movie
Ain't no take too, you ever think about where your
Life gon' take you? ain't you grateful to be alive
Or you wanna die cuz life hates you, don't let it take you
Or make you or break you
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Oh yeah, the game a get ya, hit ya hard and make ya fall
And you get broke with no hope and, no get back
Let's try hard to see success and not the stress and get there
You stay persistent long enough, you prolly have shit where
Everything you need'll be excatly where it need to be
To me the streets and peace are never seen in (?)
See really forgot about the kids doin' what we did
Part of gettin' high watchin' time go by
Now they wanna smoke and drink and ride on by
Catch a case, be at their pace and it's a long cold ride
Judge just gave Shorty Mack 1-0-5 and I doubt he'll live
To be a hundred and thirty three, they try to tellin' me he gon' die
Yo, in the penitentiary, he mentioned he needed me to send him a
Package, I'ma shoot it to ya, man I know the game'll do it to ya
Yes it will like that, like that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
For me, it's been a long time comin' with a stretch up in here
I ain't scared but I don't wanna be dead
I caught the game tryin' to kill me and found out it's been
Several attempts, it hurts to know this shit gettin' so personal
At once, don't they know you can't do nothin' about it
Least you know the world'll never be crowded(*laughter*)
The same thang that'll make you laugh'll make you cry
The same game that got you rich will make you die
Fuck the truth, we like livin' in a lie, it ain't no time
To try to find my lost mind, I'm on the grind, I got rent
I need nickels and dimes would I be sent and life be as a
Personal business, sell your service not your soul
If you ain't got no dough, Nah I ain't tellin' and try to go
And try to sell your brain, if you ain't got you a scale
And a barreler cane, I'm just sayin' got to use what you got
To, do what you want and most folks don't
I gotta handle mine, you better
[Chorus]
This is for all my Low Life thug niggas yeah,
livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide)
[Verse 1:]
You know those days when you hear the lord calling you
But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two
Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars
Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all
A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up
Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt
Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears
So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years
Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears
Pray to God I aint scared, if they bust , hide and hit
And if they come fightin' shit I won't believe it cuz I'm low
I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me
You should recognize game when it's all in your face
Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face
But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space
[Hook:]
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear the penitentary callin'
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear lord Jesus callin'
Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
[Verse 2:]
I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope
Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope
You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"
I ask God to help us out
The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out
Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part
When we blast testin' marks you aint fit to live a day here
Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here
It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high
You don't irritate my mind
And I aint got time if it aint about a dime
The fat pace, crack chase, played out with ces
It's gettin' rich with Low Lifes ands it's put on my chest
And fuck a high speed chase, gettin' laced with slugs
And stuck steppin' off a plane duct taped with drugs
I'm tryin to live my life to the fullest extent
You crossed my clique noe you know what them bullets just meant
We keep it hittin' hard bangin' corners bouncin' up the boulevard
Smokin' somethin', niggas dumpin' hollerin' bout "life is hard"
Just cuz we ride to live, mean somethin' gotta give
I don't care who you are, live like a ghetto star
Life is only one time, that's why we hate one-time
Tryin' to live my life, my life under the sunshine
That's why I live, when they get deep I hold my breath
And here's my only reply when he asks me 'bout death
I said, "I never could picture me dead,
could only see my life is lavish and obviously
I can get it so I gotta have it"
And you can live your life forever scarred
But I'ma ball 'till I'm gone livin' life as a ghetto star
Bently coups, mini mansions like Snoop
And watch full of rocks, million dollar speed baots, yaughts
All the time I got. is spent on some hood shit
Pray when I see the break of day on some good shit
Hit the liquor store to get some blunts for the dope
Man if I aint hight, can't cope
God help us
You hope to hear us holler his name
He know we stuck in all this sea and chasin dollars and fame
When will it end
The pain and the pressures of life come at once
And the only remedy is some drinks mixed with blunts
The lord knows what goes on behind closed doors
And it's twntey five to life with those ho's with gold ?bows?
Catch you at your momma's hose slippin'
Gang bangers from the game we ride when it's time for dippin'
Kill the cops, fuck they law, they aint arresting me
Life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny
(Bad Azz) This shit here, is hot as fish grease, little daddy
(Lil' Beau) Be out the cut with big heat, on the move with this Caddy
(BA) You understand him, it's gangsta when it's up in your face
(Beau) So buckle up and get hit while we catch up to pace
(BA) We came in the place,
bitches turn they nose up and niggas change they face...
(Beau) I feel attention...
(BA) That ain't nothin but hate
(Beau) Wait, wait, fuck hate, fella trip off this here
(BA) These hatas ain't stoppin us from gettin rich this year
(Beau) Big Benz's in the cut, plush houses, nigga what
With rocks in the bank and some in my gold chain
(BA) It's no thing, it's platinum in the plaque in my seats for your brain
(Beau) In the Jag with a bad rag, bangin the Low gang
(BA) We the cocaine
(Beau) Fool, you just a nigga with cess
(BA) We like the dope game
(Beau) Bitch, you just a drama or stress
(BA) We like the Goodfellas
(Beau) Hoe, you just angry and jealous
(BA) And we mash until the wheels fall off
(Beau) Fuck what they tell us
(Bridge-Bad Azz & Tha Lowlifes)
This one for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
The one's that's thuggin in the ghetto tryna' make it out safe
This for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
The one's around the world stressin over money or a case
This one for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
I hope we learn one day to run the ghetto as an equal
To all my people, we all equal
(Chorus)
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
(Lil' Tip Toe)
We in the life of big lights, like we gettin to live the life a rock
Never had a nine-to-five but everyday
we shinin like a diamond on them muthafuckas
I know you see the way we clownin all them other bustas
Them muthafuckas can't do nothin but just watch and jock for what we got
And they gots to give us props, whether they be hatin or not
We hit the spot like a guest of honor
My niggas gots to be the center of attention even whenever we violent
Poppin collas like a pimp or somethin
More suckas jealous
Guess it's cause me and my fellas got their bitches on our dick or something
I know it's somethin, but fuck 'em, it's all gravy
I'm buckin them muthafuckas who be thinkin they can fade me
On my baby, I'm a still shine
That's 'til the day somebody slay me, I'm a still grind
I'm out for mine, and I'm a get it if I gotta lie, steal or kill a nigga
For rilla nigga, the scrilla goes to realer niggas
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
(Bad Azz) This here's for my people, the project kids who don't know nothin
else
The low-income housin, lovin it, just loungin
(Lil' Tip Toe) Yeah, this for the thug that's in love with the street life
This is for the late nights when y'all G-tight
(BA) Yeah, this for the girls that's in love with a thug
This for the world that love to catch a buzz at the club
(LTT) Shit, this for them rillas on them hun'ned spoke 'tona's
(BA) Yeah, this for the chronic people smokin in comas
(LTT) Man, this for my family doin years in the pen and shit
(BA) This for them youngsta drivin 'round in a Benz and shit
(LTT) Yo, this for them ballas takin risks for they grips
(BA) This for little mama, always got ??? and she flipped
(LTT) Now what y'all need to do...
(BA) Is mind yours
(LTT) And speak when ya spoken to...
(BA) And get yours
(LTT) And all we out to do is clock ours
(BA) And rain on y'all like this one for the showers
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
(Bad Azz talking)
I hear everybody say they put they heart into they music
Blessed with the time, I wanna share this piece of my life with y'all
I mean all y'all
I dedicate this to the whole wide world
And everybody who's in love with life, feel me, you know what I mean
(Life is full of hard times and then you die)
I gotta thank God for real life 'cause man invented violent death
My generation's in love with sin, I wanna live
I wanna see some more kids, Martini, stress, a little head
'Cause my son ain't here and only God cures fears
Ain't no woman 'bout a dollar, 'cause what we need, we got it
Even God gave it to us, so one of his people bought it
See change, that's ??? ??? favor this time
He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme
Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken wings and hope
And for Christmas all the kids got brand new coats
I got a letter from my uncle in jail, he said he love us
Ain't no life in this hell, and only friend is God above us
I told him 'hold on', Pac said 'life goes on'
And what's the price of freedom, if they was wrong we could teach 'em
Damn, you don't know the strength of together
We in the house of smiles if outside this bad weather 'til the sun comes
(Chorus)
In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
Gotta give thanks for life
In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
We gotta give thanks for life
In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
I gotta thank God when I wake up and pray before I go to sleep
And hustle all day, 'cause life ain't cheap
The cost of living is an arm and a leg, so crawl around
Tryna' eat and get back on your feet
If you could sleep, you could try this everyday of the week 'til you deceased
You could sacrifice your life to see peace, with all the grief
Can't buy you a minute of sleep, so stay up
Smoke a blunt and get drunk, like us, don't give a fuck
Thugged out all night, 'til the sun come up
Ridin doubles on a bike, probably playin with my life
Sayin 'that's the police' when we see some headlights
They dead right when they tell you that life ain't long
But keep it tight, and it'll be aight
And I don't lie about nothin, know the truth about me, I be for real
If I lie, you don't know how I feel
It's hard to love the place
somethin you ain't never had the structure to feel
(Chorus)
Before I go I wanna leave this here, with your acceptance
This experience here, has really sharpened my perception
And I'd love to stay, but we all gotta go
Take ya patience, it's a while before you reach ya destination
It's a lot of love here, it's just mixed with all the hate
And I been waitin, I ain't seen no fallin stars or no comet
I was lookin for a sign he said 'I'm it'
I hit the blunt and dumped the ashes and told the homeboys 'stop it'
What gangstas gotta do as saviors and prophets
Nothin, ain't no connection at all
Except the fact that we created by the All Mighty God
That ain't enough to stand up and clap your hands for this song
'Ain't no supportin Him by myself, I can't stand up for the cause'
Damn, you don't know the strength of together
Didn't wonder when they talked about the power in numbers
I'm the ghetto and I love the hood, what you wonder
(Chorus) 2x
(Blaqthoven, Chorus)
Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey
Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey
(Bad Azz)
The world built like a jail, Long Beach ain't nothin but a cell
Today's paper read, “Four injured, Two killed” that's real
Life ain't gettin no longer, Let's get it poppin here
Really though, Just like the song is
In life, it ain't nothin I fear
With young rapper got millionaires stealing my lyrics
That's the truth, In all of this essence
And what's a few Gs? Please when you're rich with more blessings
I don't trip, What comes around, goes around again
Like I own the car of the trunk that they found you in
And ain't no tellin like Jack told Helen
They'll sell you a key, but not to open the door to heaven
You was talkin to the judge, when it could have been the revern
Tell him, you should have been free, it could have been me
What would it have tooked for us to see that life ain't easy
Believe me
(Chorus)
(Bad Azz)
Life will throw you a job, know you've been robbed
And purposely leave you, stuck when you're down on your luck
Life will lock you in the cell, prayin to heaven just to get out of hell
It seems to be to me it ain't no way out
Life will break a nigga, pickin up the pieces, ain't the easiest
I wake up every day just knowin there some Gs to get the gang
Cop a few, watch out for the obstacles
Trippin off the politics
Wondering what the cops is doin and they just chillin there and lock me up
My homie was scared, he from them, and they just shot him up
He didn't die, but he cried through the stress
and that's a real hard way to learn a lesson
Yes, indeed it hurts to bleed
You've gotta be as strong as Hercules to deal with this
and don't get killed with this
Cause you know that'll hurt ya mothers heart
and where do we go after we done torn our earth apart singin
(Chorus)
(Bad Azz)
I'm just here, Tryin to maintain
I let the good times be the medicine for the pain cause life's a headache
I have you bed sick or even dead quick
Cause doctor said to think straight, you need you're head kicked
Left the hospital with stitches, walk and feel like its over like
What could be worse then the police pull us over
Resist the trip and ask the cops
Why you stoppin us? Shouldn't you been lookin for the trench coat mafia?
He say we look like the type to blast and get popular
Na, we love life more than that, and God's watchin us
It's hard enough for what's up, like for havin nigga ?? up
Livin out his truck
And some times it hurts to live
Doin all this work to live, just to die
I hope my life is justified
I know I'm breathin for a reason, maybe even a purpose
So don't live like you're life is worthless
(Chorus 2x)
F/ Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams
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Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all
[Bad Azz - repeat 2X]
See me, I be about my dollars
In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars
I'ma G, we, be up for the Impalas
Wit the juice, gettin loose on y'all, I make ya holla
[Bad Azz]
I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin
What's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play pen
The play pen party is poppin, it's strait line up
It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom
Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's over
When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur
Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon)
[Kola - Doggy's Angels]
Who make 'em chat?Angels rule the world
Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!)
Who got the turk to the dirt?Throwin nose and dope
Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!)
Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk
Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk
Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!)
Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z!
[Chorus: LaToya Williams]
(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down
(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down
(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down
(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down
[Bad Azz]
Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon
Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt
Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine
It ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out)
Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz
Take money by the motherfuckin gun
See I'ma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C.
I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun (c'mon)
Oh you gone?I see it real wierd 'til it's over
Where you at?We still smokin and this is Conyiac
[Conyiac - Doggy's Angels]
It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies
Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses
Regulate every aspect of the game
(Brain loose, sippin purple smoke)
That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt)
They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys)
Step up wit quiet and I could get us
Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla
I be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Bad Azz]
Three, two, one, it's at the NFL like the thang just begun
I'm fucked up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts
I can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shit
It's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split
When it's this kinda party, we always act dope
Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope
Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn
I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan?
[Big Chan - Doggy's Angels]
Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps
Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped
Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that
We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made
Y'all bought - y'all paid
We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back
Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang
That's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang)
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[Bad Azz]
WHAT! *echoing*
[Female singer]
Gotta get mine (gotta get miiiine)
Runnin' out of time (runnin' out of tiiime)
Gotta get mine (gotta get miiiine)
Runnin' out of time (runnin' out of tiiiiiiime)
[Bad Azz talikng]
All the motherfuckers who tellin' it's alright now
Ey,nothin' can stop us from doing our motherfuckin' thing
God dammit
[Verse 1]
From sunrise to sunset,one life one God
The universe and the rear out to the blocks they don't care about
Seein' hope till every hood fill with hopelessness
And hopelessness is enough to get the hustle back crackin'
Now you can tell the story to your friends back home
Back home they missin' "back" cuz a nigga been gone
So long,to all the homies that God called before me
Now without y'all here me and the homies gettin' lonely
Wonderin' who gon' the next to experience death
It get deep around here,fo' real hold your breath
Just thinkin' about ya lookin' at the stars as they glistenin'
It's hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin'
In the places where the love is gone with no traces
Tryin' to eat of sellin' drugs,we goin' from catchin' cases upstate
To our concrete wars with sad faces and the freedom costs more
Than a House so we ain't sleepin'
I'm stuck tryin' to touch me a buck and can't grind
Cuz they ate us and the punk one time
I keep it strapped at the homegirls spot
If we get hot we get bad and give 'em all we got
We hittin' back,think twice about bringin' your gat
To where we at we nuthin' nice when it come to all that
And fuck a fight I'm too much in love with life
And gettin' cash and I don't know how long it's gon' last
You understand
[Chorus]
Gotta get yourz,gotta get mine
We gotta hurry,'fore we run outta time
Yo,as addition I'll be outta my line
I'm lovin' my life
Too much to be wastin' my time
Gotta get yourz,gotta get mine
We gotta hurry,'fore we run outta time
Yo,as addition I'll be outta my line
I'm lovin' my life
Too much to be wastin' my time
I'm on the grind
[Verse 2]
Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin' with hard times
And keepin' my feet in shoes the horrible keepin' loose
It only shows me bad what happens ain't somethin' good
They funny cuz it's the money what happen off in the hood
They replaced the love with hate in different (?)
I tried to smell 'em and liked 'em and tried though again
Pills is equals(?) ???? where we goin' from here
Is what you showin' me ??? I only do what I fear
I got love for real niggaz from here to over there
All my Long Beach niggaz that keep it real enough to feel
All my Jersey niggaz that keep it real enough to feel
You can feel cuz I'm real and I'm killin' just to live
With my New York niggaz that keep it real enough to feel
All my Georgia niggaz that keep it real enough to feel
All my Texas niggaz that keep it real enough to feel
And Arizona they be killin' just to live
What!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From a helpless child to a hopeless man
I got bait that's overshadowed in this hopeless land
When money splits friends apart and broken hearts cause
Guns to spark when we pray it don't start
They say it's all bad but it's not,you see it's all good
When it could be that's really how it should be
It would be real (?) instead of (?) help each other to live
Knowin' how hard it is all of this is dedicated to y'all for life
One Love,my niggaz get ya Thug on
It's a real cold to have to kill Just to live
And these Long Beach streets ain't really made for the kids
It's a real cold game to have to slang just to eat
In the lowdown shang(?) you got that thang just to sleep
See niggaz like me we be real enough to feel
You can feel me cuz I'm real and I kill you just to live
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
California niggaz we be killin' just to live
Cuz Chicago niggaz they keep it real enough to feel
All my Oregon niggaz the ones who killin' just to live
Cuz Loiusianna niggaz keep it real
What about my Michigan niggaz the ones who killin' just to live
Cuz in Arkansas they keep it real enough to feel
Down in Florida y'all they keep it real enough to feel
Out in Vegas they be killin' just to live
What!
[Chorus]
[Bad Azz talking]
Imagine that,we got the whole world out here killin' just to live
That's a goddamn shame,you gotta get yourz I gotta get mine
Put a rush on it cuz we runnin' outta time
Ain't no time to waste,ain't no time to procrastinate
You better get on the good foot right now yeah,cuz later might be too late
[Police officer talking]
[Bad Azz talking]
I guess they think since Pac died, we gon' let up or somethin
Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whyn't we let these niggas have it
(Daz)
?? back home, ??? for shit, c'mon
Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on
Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters
We greet 'em with death and show 'em that they can't defeat us
By any means, a call from here to get rid of y'all
It don't stop, until my casket drop
Get my palms red
And it read one of us'll be dead a week later, L-Dog'll get it
The beef, to make sure none of y'all get is
Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did
See there won't be no tomorrow
Somebody got's to die, not tonight or tomorrow
I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk
Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump
Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back
And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about
[Chorus]
Don't wanna die
And don't be ready, gon' ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a nigga's gonna ride
Don't wanna die
And don't be ready, gon' ride
Look into my eyes realize
That a nigga's gonna ride
Don't wanna die
[Bad Azz]
Who me? I mean death before dishoner
Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on 'em
Jump out on 'em, click, pull the pump out on 'em
Whose the punk out of 'em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash 'em
Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets
Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats
Nigga fuck rappin, we into killin and scrappin
Over bullshit that happened, nigga duckin while we cappin
And FUCK you niggas, hatin little Pac imitators
Wanna be Outlawz, nigga Snoop the Top Dogg
Turn rappers into ???, tell 'em who's the ?? Chronic
These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it
Nigga don't it feel good to be a D.P.G.
We escaped from Death Row, you're still locked in the click
I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit
When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin
[Chorus]
[Daz]
I'm out for the niggas who die, my instinct is prime
Time to time ask why do guys shout "die"
In a quick fast, I mash, that nigga Daz and Bad smash
That's how your homie got satched
We don't take shit, whether Blood or Crip
You'll get your ass kicked nigga come talkin that shit
I'm ??? ??? murder in ???
And yet, and still I ain't ??? 'em out
[Bad Azz]
And don't forget you're in L.A., fool stompin you out
Anywhere out of town it's a gun in your mouth
Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners
We ain't learnin, it ain't healthy
You'll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy
So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state
Since it ain't no love, say goodnight after I hate you
Any playa that's in love with life, I can't relate to
Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you
[Kokane]
I read them Dogghouse niggaz is Rip ridin'
(YEA!)
[Bad Azz]
I'm so proper - I came up like a liqour store robber
I'm so L.A., like the Dodgers or the Lakers
Man I put money on players
On the corner, with the Mayor of Pomona
So break down, bitch, in a serious fashion
If the pimpin' don't kill you than I'm forced to blast ya
It's a paper thang, it ain't about the pussy and dick
It's the difference between you walkin' and you pushin' a whip
See it's a major type of paper, caper, motivator, playa, neighbor
Haters hate us, I don't give a fuck if you don't play this later
I'm to the strip, I gotta check my money makers
[Snoop Dogg]
Do it to 'em now and save some for later
[Chorus]
Dogghouse niggaz, we ridaz
We always got a car load of bitches beside us
You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up, so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)
[Suga Free]
You might not ever get rich...
So you might as well go ahead and bust you a bitch...
Nigga, now if I hang around nine squares (I would be the dif')
And if I hang around nine fools feelin' loose (I would be the dif')
But if I hang around nine projects a mile (I would be the dif')
And if I hang around nine rich business men (I would be the dif')
Now if I had wings - I'd fly
And if if was a fifth - I'll be alright
It ain't so sippin' in my pimpin'
(They don't know)
We got them regulars trickin'
(We got it crackin' on the stroll)
And I know sometime when I pee I forget to lift the seat
But she don't cook, clean, cash every night, and her hair's always neat
Nah nah, get gone
Don't forget to remind me to whoop your motherfuckin' ass as soon as we get home
[Chorus]
Dogghouse niggaz, we ridaz
We always got a car load of bitches beside us
You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up, so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)
[Goldie Loc]
Now this is dedicated to hoo-bangin', slangin'
Catch heat from this motherfuckin' dirty rap game
I won't tell you nothin', that you might have been told
I won't sell you nothin', that you might have had bought
Just fuck wit cha nigga cause I stay low gold
Quick to blast moms and pops and the dog To-to
You don't know me nigga, so keep my name out your grill
If I see you on the streets I'm just gon' keep it way real
They know again, keepin' that shit gangsta cuhz
I got my head on straight, with my brain on buzz
Trust a slug, when it slip the AK's flip
Squeezin' on the trigger yellin' Rollin' 20 Crip
Walkin' through the shadow of death, I see my shadow on my left
Grip tight with the heat on my right
Will I make it through these fucked up situations?
I'm headed to Dogghouse, so D's paper chasin' (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Dogghouse niggaz, we ridaz
We always got a car load of bitches beside us
You punk motherfuckers wanna try and divide us
The homies on deck with the heaters behind us
Wide up, so bonafied up
This ain't that same ol' shit you get tired of
The heat for the street from the best suppliers
(West and Eastside up, Eastsidaz)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, Bad Azz
'nuff said, ha ha
Smoke some nigga
Yeah yeah, Dogghouse
Featuring The Lady Of Rage, Legacy]
(C-Style sample goes throughout the whole song:
"Now that's some gangsta")
Verse 1:
[The Lady Of Rage]
Now we gonna do what we do, uh
Rage and that Lowlife crew, uh
Break it on down for the mind, uh
Break it on down for the rhyme, ha
Ain't no shit for my fashion
On how I bake MC's like Alaska
King crap, it's to see Daz
put it on the ring, uh
They don't want to rock it
They don't wanna fuck around,
with Rage when I fuck up
Come in, fuckin' is human
Tell me what was you assuming
That Rage couldn't come with the full
I roll with the thunder
Put you straight under
Dodi, Diana, Princess
This woman's makin' wonders
They here to take hardest, regardless fools
Like Tray Deee,
I come down like bars to full
I got nothing to lose
I fill my war with booze
Too hard to ball,
so I could use to blues
When I cut the glass to blast
And break it down to up
And I fuck on they asses
Rage and Bad Azz
Two motherfuckin' bad asses
Is ready makin' in me
Set yourself back while The Legacy continue
Verse 2:
[Legacy]
It's quite hard to make 'em stay
In mind while I rhyme
Everyday,
cause rhyme got no time to waste time
Now I'm a prime (?)
No need to blast this bitch
Right in his ass for a time
I came and this true game I maintain
Lowlife up in no strain
Got this arrow queen's brain
Fuck I made a little money
Got no cherish single buddy
Weeded and honey
Dope, we played it
Just became it
We take it almost ready cause my shit is lethal
And all I see will be my people
Livin' up deepful
For all my younger people
Do your thing and just cock
Cause we ain't got home 'for the struggle
Verse 3:
[Bad Azz]
I got no gun, high
My life will end up
I life everyday
Got my life on ends but
I still got a little bit of hope for tomorrow
Finally have a little (?)
And for mine
I get around these punks now
And by rappers ain't achievin'
Like Francis' gun
Life backwards
Death's an unforbiddeble fact
And it's the ignorant Nigga
That'll run up on the strap
I'm back
I do some amazing thing
And on the track like siesta
Plurt your brains
Fuck, battle make you strong
Bangin' like this
Like put your name real small,
at the bottom of the list
I go get
And rhymin' like thinkin' bout death
There's no escape
No decisions to make
Ain't nothing left
The Legacy and Bad
The same page is for Rage
And little Lowlifes' smart
Like the world is our thing
Now that's that
I'm caught in the wars for yards
They keep it real through the struggle
Cause we all wanna ball
Bust mine
I got back and smacked your words
We never be soft
That's why I came to get you a girl
Since Rage's at the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Legacy is the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Bad Azz is the top
The whole world stop
We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
Since Dogg Pound's at the top
The whole world stop
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party)
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party..
it's a party... it's a party..
it's a party... it's a party)
[Soopafly]
Now it's a party over here, a party over there
I got hoes in a circle, bitch stop bein' square
Loosen up a bit, c'mon learn how to share
Hey hey, don't talk like that, you fuckin' with a player
You fuckin' with a real mack, when I talk they feel that
I'm chill-matic, better yet a real pimp at it
Baby don't panic, the club is just crackin'
I bust black and white bitches when I'm just actin' -
a fool like I usually do, with shooby-doo's
When you see me, you usually see two
Flyest thing on two feet, like too sweet
With so many hoes I need a boutique
Low-key to a certain degree
I'm just chillin' homeboy, your bitch flirtin' with me..
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party)
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party..
it's a party... it's a party..
it's a party... it's a party)
[Bad Azz]
Money, houses and cars, clothes, hats and shoes
Hoes, gats and jewels, knows that you lose
Fuckin' with his earnin's how the world get to turnin'
Niggaz die over other people money, we ain't learnin'?
Paper probably pay you, but people gonna hate ya
This paper'll hurt ya and have somebody kill you
Look at how the real do
Will we ever make it through the storm?
Because of last night I don't watch the news in the mornin'
Last week the cops shot some little girl
It gave a drug dealer a chance to put some dope in the world
Since I talk about this shit they wanna come and shut me down
It's all political, like I had teflon rounds
If they cop killers, give 'em all death by injection
If they kill each other, not to give a fuck is they perfection
If they die then they clone 'em, when we ride then they on us
How we slide hittin' corners they'll rarely ever see us
[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party)
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party)
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party)
We gonna take this right up to the top
(I know that you wanna hang)
We gonna make it so good you don't wanna stop
(Cause it's a party..
it's a party... it's a party..
I'm standin on the bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here, by now
There's nothin but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's, no sound
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand take me somewhere new
Don't know who you are but I, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm looking for a place
I'm searchin for a face
Is anybody here, I know?
Cuz nothin's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Chorus:
How come everything's so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind?
Featuring Kurupt]
Bad A$$: This life of ours
the same thing that got a nigga here get me there
(evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be)
yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there
come on, Bad A$$, Kurupt, The Gang
Verse 1: Bad A$$
I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing
turn zero into somethin'
and it's, one life we live, with this, one shot to give
you got chances, we use none risking your life
you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives
it's a cold thang, the game, just take folks under
it feels better if you say that god just called his number
when you do we kept a self situations like that
in situations where it's likely somebody might gat
no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car
no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far
Chorus x2: Bad A$$
Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where
we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there
(the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don't,
it wasn't
sposed to)
Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A$$
[Kurupt]
I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat
G'd up rides with so much beat
G'd up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga
Kurupt and nell???
I once had a bitch that ate so much dick
that she couldn't do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies
as I ease my way right up the streets
me, D-a-z, Bad A$$, and Priest
we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
where all the OG's round up the fleet
cuz the homies is crazy shit
and we all about stackin' up a grip
no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's
and we don't give a fuck about a bitch
[Bad A$$]
I can't worry bout a bitch
I'm tryin ta get rich by next week
and I can get me some pussy when it ain't nuttin to eat
my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars
ghetto stars, doin our thing
like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang
we brang, to the table,what you aint able
a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way
today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say
you say dirt about us when we aint there
when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared
Tupac is dead, stop questioning life
you had to talk to the feds, that's the test in the life
goin where, a long way from here to get there
you gotta mash to maintain
blast that's the gang thang
(the same thing that got a nigga here get me there)
Chorus x2
Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A$$
[Kurupt]
(I, I, I, I)
I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises
but I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on
so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that's all cool
but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool
dump if you dump
nigga pull the pump
lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga
this aint the Sony, so you can't play a nigga
the homies quick to cock, A-K a nigga
with no hesitation
penaltants populate the population
a nickel plated penitration
khakis, t-shirts and stars
homies, busta's, riders and mark's
all y'all niggas here wanna be hard
but no nigga with heart when the heater spark
just ask the homie Bad A$$
he'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole family
as I ease my way right up the streets
me, D-a-z, Bad A$$ and Priest
we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
where all the OG's round up the fleet
cuz the homies is crazy as shit
and we all about stackin' up a grip
no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's
and we don't give a fuck about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch)
[Bad A$$]
yeah, 1-9-9-9, the Gang, all in your face at close range
Mr. Bad A$$, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit, we keep it crackin
like this
ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit
It aint over till I'm done
aint nowhere to hide, so why run
I don't battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns
you can hate me, cuz I got skills and live real
and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills
I should kill, I would come and kill your ass
but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path
I'll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealth
and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks
I gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke on the streets
duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that's a no-no
what you think it's fifty five or 4-4
money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go
yeah yeah yeah yeah
it don't quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha
yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit
nigga you can suck a fat dick
yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
F/ Kurupt, Snoop Dogg
[Kurupt] (Bad Azz)
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full of beats for y'all to go
[Bad Azz]
Kurupt, Snoop, let's do the damn thang
Show all the little homies how the Dogg Pound bang
[Snoop Dogg]
Dash, fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brotha with cash
[Bad Azz]
Spendin all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smokin dimes to smokin mafia bags
Went from sometimes to smokin all in the bath
And Lord knows I might host the Weed Award Show
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm lookin for the 105 gettin off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she livin in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
[Kurupt] (Snoop Dogg)
That's what I love about the homes (What's that?)
Its just like a nigga gettin trained, the homie spittin game
This shit makes no sense
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents
[Bad Azz]
Money and funny niggas don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips and ball
So you can touch it while you're here or die without
I'd rather have it, since it really don't matter
[Hook: 2x]
The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo' money 2 fold
[Kurupt]
A G is a G which we all know
A bitch is a bitch as a hoes a hoe
Watch as I strut these, cousin, I'ma bank em bank em
Dammit, it feels good, gangsta
[Bad Azz]
Its three gangstas in a Cadillac
With tv's, cd's, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T's, fag acts like po-lice
[Snoop Dogg]
When we on the East Coast we get nothin but love
All up in the club, DJ holla'd out who we was
I looked around, seen some MC's and grabbed the mic
And then I lit they ass up to keep the party on the high
[Kurupt] (Bad Azz)
Hit me on the Mottorola holla at the homie
What's up sittin down sippin a Corona (What's up Kurupt!)
About to dip through, blaze up a quarta
Ounce, bounce with the homies and make the tour bounce
[Bad Azz]
I like my Hennesey with Coke, I like my weed cronic smoke
I like my, Gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced
My women get big face, my niggas get big lace
Big homes and big Bentley's coup and star chrome
[Snoop Dogg]
We rollin through the wild wild west
No respect to the click, who keeps it so dick
Most niggas probably wanna bust us or even duck us
But the thing is we doin the right thing so you niggas can't touch us
[Hook]
The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo' money 2 fold
[Bad Azz]
I been no one fuck a little bit give me a lot
I want a steak not an 8-gun on a block
I want a skyscraper, not no apartment building
And I want billions in case I got part with millions
[Kurupt]
In case anybody ain't reach the top, that's cause they ain't deserve to
Now shut the fuck up before I get my guns out
And I ain't playin no games
So check a nigga I ain't sayin no names
[Snoop Dogg]
How move it, who I move, but that's what they want
But they just can't see me, I slide up on em
Nigga that don't work his shit up off a coke
Work that bitch from a corner into a comba, nigga ya wanna?
[Kurupt]
Dippin down the block where all the homies at
Fleetwoods and Lax on the homies straps
Nigga I rise for the hood home boy
What up Dogg, it all ain't good home boy
[Snoop Dogg]
Like we said before, your face to the floor
We holding up your motherfucking candy store
And don't nobody get up til we hit the door
I said lay down and don't get up!
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound gangstas in grey and blue
[Bad Azz]
Took over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Hook: 3x]
The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
[Bad Azz]
California's just a dope spot
Home where people sleepin' with they dope locked
Crack spot, jackpot, rob you with a black glock
Cash in my stash, bought my last on a 'Llac drop
It's that, somethin' old school with a ragtop
We tall cans, and tattoos
You smoke weed, we match you
With tank tops, Levi's, and house shoes
We in the alley or the front on the curb
We in the city with the cavi or the valley with the herb
We just the home of gang bangin', keepin' one off in the chamber
County time, and everyday it's on the grind
We got the ghetto bird, sheriff's, and the sea shores
The earthquakes, but that ain't what you packin' heat for
That's for the rowdy 2000 cowboys
Like down South they 'bout it, the heat make a loud noise
The swap meet's and hoodrats, they reside here
The good - and even young die here
[Chorus]
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
it all depends on how you hustle)
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
it all depends on how you hustle)
[Bad Azz]
Man, the Beach is still a motherfucker
Man, the game ain't changed a bit
It's still - rock for rock, it's still pounds to flip
It's still - low lifes with the hammer cocked
And you chill, before you find your life half a block
from the spot that I pulled this and shot at that bullshit
You talkin', I'll pull quick and turn the light out in your house
It's on, cause if it ain't, it's grown
Might have to bank that Brougham that's on them Dayton's, that's to make a getaway
We known to start a riot, we ain't home if it's quiet
We wired, we never sleep, and we rarely get tired
We on fire, I wil' out and clap that ass up
You heard of Juvenile bitch, "Back That Azz Up"
C'mon!, get with it, jump on it and hit a corner with me
I'm on one 'til God come and get me - feel me?
Cause ain't too many niggaz thuggin' like this though
You buggin' like you ate a couple slugs from my pistol
[Chorus]
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
it all depends on how you hustle)
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
it all depends on how you hustle)
[Bad Azz]
Everythang ain't made for everybody
I feel it ain't me if it ain't real
It ain't bangin' like this - I ain't finna write shit
It ain't the Low Life Gang, I don't too much hang
I'm 'bout my money and my cash flow
Saggin' my Dickies, rockin' my afro
Four or five gats in the 'Llac, follow the Astro
I'm thug luv, every night is a club
And L.A.'s a playground when you fuckin' with us
(Check it out) My homie asked me could I get him some head
I hooked him up with a bad bitch he slept in the bed with
And that's just a small thang to a giant
You'll be amazed what your brain could do, if you just try it
If you don't want it, don't buy it
If you gon' suck it, don't bite it
And if you got the feelin', don't fight it
Too many choices make a nigga confused
So find somethin' to do before your life is through
[Chorus x2.5]
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
it all depends on how you hustle)
Life ain't never what it really seems to be
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough
[Chorus: Blaqthoven]
Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey
Life, Life ain't hard, but it ain't easy, damn sure ain't easy hey
[Bad Azz]
The world built like a jail, Long Beach ain't nothin but a cell
Today's paper read, “Four injured, Two killed” that's real
Life ain't gettin no longer, Let's get it poppin here
Really though, Just like the song is
In life, it ain't nothin I fear
With young rapper got millionaires stealing my lyrics
That's the truth, In all of this essence
And what's a few Gs? Please when you're rich with more blessings
I don't trip, What comes around, goes around again
Like I own the car of the trunk that they found you in
And ain't no tellin like Jack told Helen
They'll sell you a key, but not to open the door to heaven
You was talkin to the judge, when it could have been the revern
Tell him, you should have been free, it could have been me
What would it have tooked for us to see that life ain't easy
Believe me
[Chorus]
[Bad Azz]
Life will throw you a job, know you've been robbed
And purposely leave you, stuck when you're down on your luck
Life will lock you in the cell, prayin to heaven just to get out of hell
It seems to be to me it ain't no way out
Life will break a nigga, pickin up the pieces, ain't the easiest
I wake up every day just knowin there some Gs to get the gang
Cop a few, watch out for the obstacles
Trippin off the politics
Wondering what the cops is doin and they just chillin there and lock me up
My homie was scared, he from them, and they just shot him up
He didn't die, but he cried through the stress
and that's a real hard way to learn a lesson
Yes, indeed it hurts to bleed
You've gotta be as strong as Hercules to deal with this
and don't get killed with this
Cause you know that'll hurt ya mothers heart
and where do we go after we done torn our earth apart singin
[Chorus]
[Bad Azz]
I'm just here, Tryin to maintain
I let the good times be the medicine for the pain cause life's a headache
I have you bed sick or even dead quick
Cause doctor said to think straight, you need you're head kicked
Left the hospital with stitches, walk and feel like its over like
What could be worse then the police pull us over
Resist the trip and ask the cops
Why you stoppin us? Shouldn't you been lookin for the trench coat mafia?
He say we look like the type to blast and get popular
Na, we love life more than that, and God's watchin us
It's hard enough for what's up, like for havin nigga ?? up
Livin out his truck
And some times it hurts to live
Doin all this work to live, just to die
I hope my life is justified
I know I'm breathin for a reason, maybe even a purpose
So don't live like you're life is worthless
[Bad Azz] This shit here, is hot as fish grease, little daddy
[Lil' Beau] Be out the cut with big heat, on the move with this Caddy
[BA] You understand him, it's gangsta when it's up in your face
[Beau] So buckle up and get hit while we catch up to pace
[BA] We came in the place,
bitches turn they nose up and niggas change they face...
[Beau] I feel attention...
[BA] That ain't nothin but hate
[Beau] Wait, wait, fuck hate, fella trip off this here
[BA] These hatas ain't stoppin us from gettin rich this year
[Beau] Big Benz's in the cut, plush houses, nigga what
With rocks in the bank and some in my gold chain
[BA] It's no thing, it's platinum in the plaque in my seats for your brain
[Beau] In the Jag with a bad rag, bangin the Low gang
[BA] We the cocaine
[Beau] Fool, you just a nigga with cess
[BA] We like the dope game
[Beau] Bitch, you just a drama or stress
[BA] We like the Goodfellas
[Beau] Hoe, you just angry and jealous
[BA] And we mash until the wheels fall off
[Beau] Fuck what they tell us
[Bridge-Bad Azz & Tha Lowlifes]
This one for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
The one's that's thuggin in the ghetto tryna' make it out safe
This for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
The one's around the world stressin over money or a case
This one for my people
(This is for y'all, my people)
I hope we learn one day to run the ghetto as an equal
To all my people, we all equal
[Chorus]
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
This is for my people, this is for y'all, this is for my people
[Lil' Tip Toe]
We in the life of big lights, like we gettin to live the life a rock
Never had a nine-to-five but everyday
we shinin like a diamond on them muthafuckas
I know you see the way we clownin all them other bustas
Them muthafuckas can't do nothin but just watch and jock for what we got
And they gots to give us props, whether they be hatin or not
We hit the spot like a guest of honor
My niggas gots to be the center of attention even whenever we violent
Poppin collas like a pimp or somethin
More suckas jealous
Guess it's cause me and my fellas got their bitches on our dick or something
I know it's somethin, but fuck 'em, it's all gravy
I'm buckin them muthafuckas who be thinkin they can fade me
On my baby, I'm a still shine
That's 'til the day somebody slay me, I'm a still grind
I'm out for mine, and I'm a get it if I gotta lie, steal or kill a nigga
For rilla nigga, the scrilla goes to realer niggas
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Bad Azz] This here's for my people, the project kids who don't know nothin
else
The low-income housin, lovin it, just loungin
[Lil' Tip Toe] Yeah, this for the thug that's in love with the street life
This is for the late nights when y'all G-tight
[BA] Yeah, this for the girls that's in love with a thug
This for the world that love to catch a buzz at the club
[LTT] Shit, this for them rillas on them hun'ned spoke 'tona's
[BA] Yeah, this for the chronic people smokin in comas
[LTT] Man, this for my family doin years in the pen and shit
[BA] This for them youngsta drivin 'round in a Benz and shit
[LTT] Yo, this for them ballas takin risks for they grips
[BA] This for little mama, always got ??? and she flipped
[LTT] Now what y'all need to do...
[BA] Is mind yours
[LTT] And speak when ya spoken to...
[BA] And get yours
[LTT] And all we out to do is clock ours
[BA] And rain on y'all like this one for the showers
[Bridge]
* send corrections to the typist
[Snoop Dogg]
Shabba-dabba-doo
Bad Azz,this is another Dogghouse experience
Uh,feels good in here Baby
Yoo-haa,ha-ha
[Chorus]
If a busta ran up on you
Bad Azz tell me what would you do
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,ahh ahow
Psycho like no Dogghouse niggaz
So fire up the doo-doo
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,Westcoast
[Verse 1]
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late
It's about weight,when you workin' smart shit it don't flip right
Put the wrong ties and dees it won't slip right
Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won't hit right
And money don't grow on trees so what I look like
Make moves,can't lose if I do it that way
Fuck a fight,ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away
That's fast lane,lil' kids here to blow your head away
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Who got the cell phones for sale,who got it crackin' with the heat
Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars
The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard
Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers
Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser
See me,I'm just a smart brother everything made for
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets
I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late
It's about weight,fuck a few ki's move freight
And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate
Once you outta town get the prices on the pound
Shoot the number to your boy have him come on down
With a few of those who know money like y'all
All Lakers say is "Damn,y'all niggaz is ballin"
Y'all back callin' all shots round here
Used to have to bring two Glocks round here
It's about five different gangs and the cops round here
And today Long Beach's about as crazy as it is
And maybe we'll live,every ever even see it
Believe it and how they get money ain't no secret
But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you
Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on turnin'
First I was destined with no paper and no hoes
Now I got bitches in the show biz glow
So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Don't let the green grab fool you tryin' to test me with some heat
Cuz bye bye you outta here,gone see you later
(Bad Azz talking)
I hear everybody say they put they heart into they music
Blessed with the time, I wanna share this piece of my life with y'all
I mean all y'all
I dedicate this to the whole wide world
And everybody who's in love with life, feel me, you know what I mean
(Life is full of hard times and then you die)
I gotta thank God for real life 'cause man invented violent death
My generation's in love with sin, I wanna live
I wanna see some more kids, Martini, stress, a little head
'Cause my son ain't here and only God cures fears
Ain't no woman 'bout a dollar, 'cause what we need, we got it
Even God gave it to us, so one of his people bought it
See change, that's ??? ??? favor this time
He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme
Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken wings and hope
And for Christmas all the kids got brand new coats
I got a letter from my uncle in jail, he said he love us
Ain't no life in this hell, and only friend is God above us
I told him 'hold on', Pac said 'life goes on'
And what's the price of freedom, if they was wrong we could teach 'em
Damn, you don't know the strength of together
We in the house of smiles if outside this bad weather 'til the sun comes
(Chorus)
In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
Gotta give thanks for life
In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
We gotta give thanks for life
In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
I gotta thank God when I wake up and pray before I go to sleep
And hustle all day, 'cause life ain't cheap
The cost of living is an arm and a leg, so crawl around
Featuring Tray Deee]
This is what you want
(Dear God)
Verse 1:
[Bad A$$]
My life,
the race against time I beat
Cause my time will reach the finishline
before my life complete
I can't complain
so I'm livin' in this world so cold
It's on my mind,
I try to keep my soul
I used to be the female, real
Cause you can't think without your mind
Kill your brain
Body's nothin' but your soul still remain
Some game this is (What a game this is)
What a shame this is
How they use they punks to screw us
Than pull they guns and do us
Chorus:
[Woman overlaps Bad A$$]
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 2:
[Bad A$$ overlaps woman]
They never use money
Get your debt in control
Mind your friends or mind your fo's
They plot 'gainst the man
And his plan since the days away
Back when the calendar was made
But society falls
Merry earthquakes will top
Then never will it work
Revelations, you die
It's an eye for eye
So when he bite style we fire
To see livin' on earth in life is mighty die
But it's a new world order
And if you have some success (Dear God)
Then you're a victim of the system
Find peace to rest
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 3:
[Tray Deee overlaps woman]
I hit list to get chips
Big flip I peel
Not afraid of gangstas (?) the real
Caught up in the game
Now only rule survival
To be the next nigga
I see who's my rival (Dear God)
My world, were I come from
Is steady slump one
Runnin' up and commin' up with slugs,
cause they dump done (Dear God)
I'm on a mash but my cash and fashion
Askin' no questions, react to blastin'
Now who can I blank for my aim to win
And my deepest succeed try the game to end
(Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Dear God)
Up against and the ends and I dissed a cop
Made objectives to check chin and hit the top
Fuck the obstacles, my optic will provide the sight
For me to view, what to do as I grime and stripe (Dear God)
The right way might pay
But I can't wait long
So I never hesitates to get my page on
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older (grow on up)
In that game (in that game)
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Verse 4:
[Bad A$$]
Now you can blame it on the block
You can blame it on glocks
You can blame it on the cocaine
Blame it on the brain, shit
Everythang happens fo' a reason
So why ask why
Just live it up you gotta die, die (Dear God)
If they wanted us to live (Dear God)
They wouldn't brainwashed our kids (Dear God)
You're struck,
body old enough to fuck and buck a nut (Dear God)
That's the way they statin'
Beat they ass pork
and be gone
Cancer and alcohol
Cut they life short
It's time to live
Might forgive the devil and his dollar
Two world gon' make it right
But it's a 'must' and not a 'might'
Let's do one to others
As they do one to you
You drug down on me
I put two guns on you
Chorus:
[Woman]
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
(Can you ever strut)
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
(Older in that game)
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Dear God, Dear God, Dear God
Dear God
Can you ever strut in the struggle of the day
We're callin' on you
Show us on our way (show us on our way)
We're gettin' older
In that game
And who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Dear God can call out my name, we cryin' out
Brave Lord can stay with us here, we dyin' out
Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Up early in the morn', the morn
I'm drinking as I yawn, as I yawn
What am I gonna do
Well I should call my crew, I call my crew
Man what a pretty day, pretty day
All the women wanna play, to play
But time is moving fast
So I should move my ass
[Bad Azz]
Come on let's go get out
Let's show 'em what the West Coast's about
Street life, cars with switches we live on tv's
Or next to the stars with riches you couldn't see me
Smashin' in a Bentley coupe through L.B.
In an expensive suit you tell me
Me and Sylk-E. Fyne platinum on this Blaqtoven beat
And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep
We hot nicks like Meth and Redman make you black out
Back that ass up, get to this and throw your back out
We thug to the bone that's why I keep it all in harmony
And still I rise, won't you come along with me
Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine
I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one time
Let's hit the beach then swerve through the West side
Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side
[Chorus]
[Sylk-E. Fyne]
I'm waking up early even before the sun crack
Up collecting my paper in a brown paper bag with my nigga Bad
Purse fat with a lot of cash
While them bitches mad, we C Walk and we smash
Stomp and stampede over the emenies
Still shining and glistening you can catch me in the streets
With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs
I love my niggaz I'm at the club with my niggaz
Cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest
And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit
Ghetto stars we're our own entourage
