• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Have Fun - Kurupt
• Ya Can't Trust Nobody - Kurupt
• Who Do U Be? - Kurupt
• Under Pressure - Kurupt
• Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt
• Trylogy - Kurupt
• This Is Your Day (ft. Murs & Uncle Chucc) - Kurupt
• The Hardest - Kurupt
• That'z Gangsta Shit - Kurupt
• Tequilla - Kurupt
• Sunshine - Kurupt
• Stalkin' - Kurupt
• Space Boogie - Kurupt
• On, Onsite - Kurupt
• Odd Squad - Kurupt
• Now Wut - Kurupt
• Lay It on Back - Kurupt
• Kuruption - Kurupt
• I'm Back - Kurupt
• Hate on Me - Kurupt
• Halacaust 3000 - Kurupt
• Girls All Pause - Kurupt
• Gangsta Noize - Kurupt
• Can't Let That Slide - Kurupt
• Callin' Out Names - Kurupt
• Welcome Home - Kurupt
• We Can Freak It (NY Remix) - Kurupt
• We Can Freak It - Kurupt
• The Life - Kurupt
• The Hardest Mutha Fuckaz - Kurupt
• Step Up - Kurupt
• Represent Dat G.C. - Kurupt
• Put That on Something - Kurupt
• On da Grind - Kurupt
• No Feelings - Kurupt
• Neva Gonna Give it Up - Kurupt
• Live on the Mic - Kurupt
• It's Time - Kurupt
• Bring Back That G Shit - Kurupt
• Ask Yourself A Question - Kurupt
• It's A Set Up - Kurupt
• It Ain't About You - Kurupt
• If You See Me - Kurupt
• I Wanna - Kurupt
• I Didn't Change - Kurupt
• I Call Shots - Kurupt
• I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz - Kurupt
• Ho's a Housewife - Kurupt
• Gimmewhutchagot - Kurupt
• Gangstas - Kurupt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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