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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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| 4. |
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| 5. |
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| 6. |
| 4:34 |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 | 
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It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C. On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis Some brothas shootin dice so I said ""let's do this"" I jumped out the ride, and said""what's up?"" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said ""I'm stuck"" Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Gonna think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said ""damn, what's next?"" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I besta pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin and yellin It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G-child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said ""ooh I like your size"" She said ""my car's broke down and you seem real nice,"" ""would you let me ride?"" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the east side motel I'm tweaking Onto a whole new level G-Funk Stpe to this I dare ya Funk On a whole new level The rythmn is the base and the base is the treble Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk Where rythmn is life And life is rythmn If you know like I know You don't want to step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out with a gangster twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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(2Pac)
Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come up man? I started young kickin dust and, livin rough You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, F**K the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker for a toooollll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out the hood livin life just as good as we could But since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail tryin to get a motherf**ker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my nigga Damn, I miss my nigga Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out a little liquor What's that you drinkin on? Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this" Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo Your son's gettin big and strong and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and the years sure fly with the quickness You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't like that Tip that shit over Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This for my nigga Madman Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**kin piece YEAH Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, YEAH This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**kin partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!! |
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| 9. |
| 4:53 |
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| 10. |
| 4:50 |
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Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shit, I'm the shit! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up Y'know what I'm sayin |
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| 11. |
| 4:06 |
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| 12. |
| 4:41 |
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| 13. |
| 3:48 |
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Spending my day
Thinking bout you, girl Being here with you Being near to you I can't explain myself Why I feel like I do Though it hurts me so To let you know When I look in your eyes Just let me know how you feel Let me know if love is really real It seems to me That I'm wrapped up in your love Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you, hey Cause Heaven knows That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Yeah, hey When I look in your eyes Through all these years, I see Me loving you, you loving me And it seems to me that I'm Wrapped up in your love, baby Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Said I'll try if you want me to Ahh, ahh... Baby, I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Said I'll try if you want me to Said I'm still in love with you, babe |
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| 4:26 |
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[Hook:]
CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em So I CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em Although about a million to this shit to be tooken out And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out Now let us make our doe don't want no one enfore this Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this And for you motherfucers waitin' for that break up The Bottom is creepin' to the top you better wake up Because an obstacle is not impossible We'll go over or crawl under like a rock-a-roach And don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us Because again not even Raid couldn't fade us I fought us in and now we goin' for that platinum Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em [Hook x3] In 1983 we was upstate We wasn't thinkin' about parole we had x-dates I put the P into paper to free my mind Once a nigga get released I gotta get mine I never knew I had to struggle in this industry But stop rockin' the mic they said it couldn't be So in the meantime the inbetween time I kept writting in the hall where it's cold Cause I couldn't sto fight Five years later I hit the streets I found my niggas we got it together flowin' on T.V. We had to come up with some money cause the shit costs (Who broke it off?) My nigga G.T. and the motherfuckin' boss We made song after song for the bitches and the homies While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies Now the Bottom is comin' back with a killing flow So make room for a nigga on Death Row And let us... [Hook] [Talking:] Project kids three niggas living on the edge In other words we're damn near dead But hunters don't choke we go for broke And y'all thought it was over They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings What that hoe don't know nothin' about the noise that I bring Let that hoe rock that note and I'm a killer her (kill her) If that snipe got hype off that Miller Tickin' like time bomb (BOOM) I'm dangerous straight up watch you motherfuckers can't fuck with us Come around and get beat down or either shot down In other words don't fuck around I'm stressin' to the max I'm stressin' to the max I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherfuckin' contract But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag A flip flop gag a flip flop fag They let a nigga for dead but we got against that They put me on a sound they put me on a sound They said I'm gonna rule but they already left So tackin' a rapper a nigga had no patience I'm crackin' motherfuckers with no hesitation [Hook] |
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| 4:01 |
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| 4:07 |
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Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real
Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit Blowed away, flowin' away Chillin' like a mothafucka On this hot ass day Damn, kinda hot, so I just Ride as I glide down the wicked ass south side So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row Ya know, caddy to the flow So fire up the bud for them niggas today 'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove Gettin' blowed away Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood I don't wanna be late, don't wanna miss the fun So hurry up and get ready Before they roll up a fat one (1) If you smell any smoke It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away (It's all good) (Repeat 1) Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's Caddillac And the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out the stack And baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (2) They that there's a party tonight There will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun But no need for rat-tat-tat-tat Roll a fat one (Repeat 2) And pass it around Ohhh Heyyy I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J And smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbed Cuz a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug Now I ain't tryna dis nobody, assist nobody And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass I lay, and say what I say All due respects to Tim and DeVante' For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid So pass the J, and let's get blowed away (Repeat 2 to fade) |
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| 4:28 |
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| 18. |
| 4:59 |
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Intro:
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ?? Kurupt: Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga I knew he was a fuckin' punk So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck" He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts Ready to get wrecked Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose) Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop Check me out peep how all who withstand Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand "Murder" that's what I be yellin' I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up Or ready to get 'em up What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right) Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the westside Snoop: Now this spots owned by the motherfuckin' D.O. (double G) P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide (For all this drama make you and your momma die) Hook: This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a fuck) This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit) Daz: |
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