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Gangsta nigga!
To all the homies (for all the homies) No bitch ass niggas allowed No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this) Kurupt Young Godi Check it out Gangsta gangsta I'm a G from the D That's what the ridahs see I'ma get a quarter mil quarter inch with the deal Come through grey and blue I'ma show you what I do where I hang the shit Dogg Pound Gangstaville in the cut nigga what I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too Get a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through Got my nigga Slip too And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion Ain't no words to express this song Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone This goes out to the homies And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you! (Chorus) This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you! This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you! (Give it up nigga, give it up fool) Hollered at one of the homies the other day He said son ??? and then he looked the other way Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself He choked and in the ??? I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates To a whole different hood where different shit takes place I been G, since the age of 18 When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes Holla at the big homeboy see-Style Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash I didn't think niggas could last Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz (Chorus) I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO! I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x) There I was, When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm Stack up the cut just like bustas Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? My man Capone got a hold of his own Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes Could we put hoes nigga Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames Dope in the wind, indo and hair The gang nigga (Chorus til fade) |
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| 2. |
| 5:15 |
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[Intro: Kurupt talking & Daz yelling in background]
[Verse 1: Kurupt] Come to ?? and bank Where the ?? is ?? And fly, pelican, fly Fly away Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat Hollow tip ?? Soopafly, psychotic Super Sonic With a little bit of chronic ?? Can't have a phone, nigga Without the hydrolics Can't purchase no powder Without the cauliflower Holly Colly, high power Bangin' with the homies Bustin' on bustas Dumpin' on cowards The homies said move to left, home boy hit your chest Knock out, hold your breath, home boy W's for the West, home boy E is for the East, home boy D-A-Z and Soopafly Motherfucker, Priest, home boy My niggas Blaze a ounce Hit the stage Bitches strip Niggas bounce [Chorus: Daz] All my Dogg Pound niggas better... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All the bitches in the front better... Make some noise! All my homies all over the world... Make some noise! All my niggas all over... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All my niggas down with us... Make some noise! Everybody around the world... Make some noise! [Verse 2: Kurupt] Process of elimination Total devastation Total world domination Struck determination Capitations Determination To injure the nation And leave a whole half of the world... With a million decapitations With no hesitation Fast! Blast with the homies It's all set to blast To bust a nigga, touch him Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin' It ain't shit See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit So you fall cause you're hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules of the hood Q's, that's on you You know the rules of the hood I'm a G fa sho D.P. fa sho From the back to the middle To the front of the door You got a Cadillac Seville? I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill Now, nigga, how you feel? [Chorus: Daz] All my niggas clockin' paper... Make some noise! All my Dogg Pound niggas... Make some noise! All my gang bang niggas... Make some noise! All my niggas from South Central... Make some noise! All my niggas from Philedelphia... Make some noise! All my niggas from Jersey... Make some noise! All my niggas in Atlanta... Make some noise! If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Nigga, what? You're just a space invader Takin' up all the space, motherfucker! and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces when it takes place Y'all never know it takes place Little busta in disguise I can see it in your eyes I ain't hatin' Fool... What's crackulatin'? Is it sex or glocks Money for rhymes or rocks? All my home boys with 9's in they hands Put them in the air Bust like you just don't care This the Terror Dome Home, sweet, home For the chrome Pack your homies With the foes And all gold in the bones Hit the strip club Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed What the fuck?! They love Kurupt! But I don't give 'em a sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make 'em bounce And blaze the weed And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce [Chorus: Daz] If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back, won't you... Make some noise! If you down with this shit, won't you... Make some noise! Put your hands on the side and... All my niggas in the back, would you... Make some noise! Everybody all around, won't you... Make some noise! And all my real, live niggas, won't you... Make some noise! Everybody down with ??, would you... Make some noise! [Daz & Kurupt yelling, then Kurupt begins to talk] [Verse 4: Kurupt] Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed On a one-to-one one day In ??'s car Like, "What up, Dogg?" "Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw" Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss So what the fuck you wanna do? Slump me and bump me Pull out a pump and pump me Cause I own my own company? |
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| 3. |
| 5:17 |
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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 four 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 [Chorus] 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 five 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 [Chorus] 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 assassin, 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 and 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 you) [Chorus] 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? Put that on something |
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| 4. |
| 4:30 |
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(To) (to) (to)
(To the tic) (To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Kurupt Young Gotti Hell yeah Raw Dawg You know You know me Raw Dawg Assassin Comin atcha, baby Cat, kick it in Kick it in [ VERSE 1 ] Pull up... Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retaliation Spit sparks till shit's dark forever What's up, homie Why you walkin up on me? Postin up in the shade We can draw or get paid You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy Click em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons (Yo, what up?) I'm just a gee Oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it Act like you knew it 'fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A fool over to the right gunnin The homies whistled We all draw pistols [ CHORUS ] |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's 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 [Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2] [Baby S] 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 [Kurupt] 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 that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Chorus] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] 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 y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh [Chorus to Fade] |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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featuring Daz Dillinger
Daz: ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh... Kurupt: G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?) Better ask your folks about the D O double G's How long could the war last on a warpath? We're still heat nigga still signing autographs Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest I fuck around and call it crisis with preciseness, and precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits. So how soon could you pump up the volume Hand you your ends and pump up my album Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours Cocking back your name, blasting anything Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital G-are, Gang Related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming 'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!) I fade in to see how Baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit DPG completely, running through shit We are (fresh) (repeat) break it down Daz (Kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (kick that shit) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (bitch) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on, come on, sing it) It's just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass You know I'm the rawest MC with it Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head Keep busting till he's dead D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big see Style The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's D-A-Z, he made the beat, 'cause we are... Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, 'cause we are icons |
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| 7. |
| 5:12 |
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<i>[Intro:]</i>
Yeah, this for the west coast cd Let me clear my throat Check it out, check it out, check it out We gonna drop it like this This album is the best of both worlds Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one <i>[Verse 1: kurupt]</i> Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang And rollin with tha alpine bangin Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell Hit a switch nigga Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz Im a money cash nigga Cash gettin, hash hitten Gang bang afiliate Hit a stick real quick And in a minute start killin shit real quick Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga) I thought you knew about it Bout it bout it do ya got it Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?) Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie <i>[Chorus:]</i> Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie <i>[Verse 2: tray deee]</i> Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on Hangin in the park till all hours of dark Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right) Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis Big paper chasin, facin felony cases Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors <i>[Chorus:]</i> <i>[Verse 3: slip capone]</i> You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too? Then c-walk homie <i>[Chorus (outro)]</i> C-walk homie Slip capone, c-walk homie O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em |
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| 8. |
| 5:20 |
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<i>[Chorus: kurupt]</i>
Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) <i>[dr. dre]</i> I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, i take advantage All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[hittman]</i> Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool i pity ya We live in the city off, ballers With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico That's when i caught a vision like coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico <i>[kurupt]</i> At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said i dip, dive, what can i say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy If you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to daz Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a g down, break me down But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 6:48 |
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<i>[Intro: Roscoe & Kurupt]</i>
<i>[Chorus]</i> 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! <i>[1st Verse: Kurupt]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 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! <i>[2nd Verse: Kurupt]</i> 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! <i>[Chorus]</i> 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 <i>[3rd Verse: Roscoe]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 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! But no way... |
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| 10. |
| 3:30 |
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<i>[Chorus]</i>
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense) Shit's shady Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense (Tense, tense) U-huh Don't make no sense Not a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man <i>[Verse 1]</i> One for the money in the valley of the G's Where the riders ride Bustas die Some may survive but the bottom line Is if you cock your 9 You're stoppin' time Just ask my big homie, he'll put you deep On the quick come-up Nigga, put the gun up One time runnin' up I got a clear view I got it all telescoped in the rearview I got a whole stash of dope Cash of dope Which one you tryin' to get? I'm about to let the mack, nigga, spit And rock off the top of your shit I got a fiendin' for a little bit of M&M's Run up and bust nigga from here to ??? It's gonna take 10 of them And I'mma light 'em all Throw a gangsta reunion And invite 'em all It don't matter who you are Fuck 'em all <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't make no sense I'm a false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga (Dogg Pound) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Now all my gangsta ride It's all do or die Dogg Pound... Gangstas Give it up Show your hands in the sky It don't stop It don't quit Rock a 17 Eclipse On hollow tips The homie just came through in a MC Pop the trunk (What's up, homie? Come peep this out!) Floss the chrome M-3 (What's up, nigga?!) He said "What's up people" (What's up people) I said, "Everything's pleasant (Aww man, I'm doin' cool) Plus I got my Desert... Eagle" But ain't no problems It ain't no trouble Someone cocked the 4-double It's time for the midnight maquerade (Come on, let's ride, niggas!) Gotti Valentino I'm walkin around wippin' off my shoes with c-notes G. Gambino I wanna own casinos (uh-huh) But before you catch me laid My whole centipede sprayed Touched and did it Indented enfragment Life ain't nothin' but bitches and cash I can't wait to get around your little bitch ass Life ain't nothin' but cash Fuck the bitches, the niggas, the weed, and the hash Life ain't complete without the heat to blast You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash You ain't blastin'? Then you only learned a fraction You only learned somethin' The rest is closed-captioned How could I make it over there where the light shine? Home Where a nigga's not alone Cause everywhere where I seen or turn It seems a nigga got a lot to learn I pose like a poster Pull the heat out the hollster Blast, get ghost and shake the whole coast <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense Man, that's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga <i>[Verse 3]</i> Gangstas roll and ganstas ride Dippin', trippin', slip and slide Mash with the niggas that mash with you Get cash with the niggas that get cash with you Don't even trip off "he say/she say" Don't matter what you say Don't matter what we say Just keep your heaters cocked and loaded (Load it, nigga!) Cause when it exploded (Fuck it, nigga!) Fuck it I'mma get ?? 'til I pass If you're gonna shoot, blast (Fuck it!) |
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<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss An m-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can i blast on sight? I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all i do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, i'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (??) How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell That i'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle <i>[Chorus:]</i> Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can i blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself <i>[Chorus (dre)]</i> <i>[Dre:]</i> What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to get you So (??) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it Don't blaze the (??) without the (??) Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kurupt:]</i> What, what? |
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Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?) Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up) What they're doing? they're trying to... They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They're trying to set me up, but check it out This is it, call it how you wanna call it Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting How do you want it? i said we could spread arms Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right? Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em) It's a million to one, kurupt with one gun And a whole backyard of ammo Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end You see that nigga he ride with, do him in This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me There's no (??) when you're playing russian roulette They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me Young gotti, (??) Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up <i>[Chorus:]</i> I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table And i don't give a fuck who you got with you You played me, you're kane and i'm abel Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up) Don't you know? you fuck around with death sentinel If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga) Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold That's how motherfuckers get murdered Hit the (??), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers Holler at the big homie slop (what up slop? what's up y'all?) Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick Get this rap slapped in the clip You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly Friction, i can feel it all around me, my intuition La gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently Busting, dusting niggaz off silently I ain't even trying to be what i can be or could handle But niggaz trying to make me an example Go over to the west (to the west), niggaz wanna feud Go back to the east (to the east), niggaz wanna feud I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what, Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (i don't know) <i>[Chorus]</i> It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga Can't help it, hoes come through Me set, i know 'em, they're out to set me They wanna get me, get the homies The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like? Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me See all the homies, i make loot like spike lee Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins I give a fuck nigga, i could stay busting And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz Earthquake ass niggaz, i shake these niggaz Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time Wanna fuck with kurupt, i just sit, prepare the rhyme Now i'm all about the cash nigga Thinking you could come through You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> Murdered... What? attack assassins, huh Just ask the homie d, he rides with me Just ask the homie snoop, s-n-double o-p, he rides with me Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me Top doggs, d-o-double g's, they ride with me Ask my homie big (??), he rides with me Ask the big homeboy b, he rides with me And the homie d, slop, what? they ride with me Big c, he rides with me Big tray d rides with me Big sean d rides with me Big breez, he rides with me K-u-r-u-p-t, beeitch! |
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[Kurupt (Buckshot)]
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin' We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real (What, what, what) (This is what you get when you get this shit) (This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it) (This is what you get when you, to-kin' it) (Wha, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt) (Deuce is wild motherfucka) [Some mixed up talking] [Verse 1: Buckshot & Kurupt] Raise the roof up, You hear the truth from Buck Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt Bee bee eyed Buck does it all, I make your gun jam With shells from my gun, Feels like a body slam God damn, elemental styles get exposed Flows from blow slow ya roll, Sit back and crash the Mo' And If I gotta bash the hoe I'm a back slap her throat [Kurupt] What, raise the roof up, Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes Tornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons, Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks Or you get all bombed drop Where ya pistol punk?, Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, Then stripped ah all ya shit Bust it's penetrated Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out nigga Survivin' a drought nigga It's like that Buck and Kurupt [Hook: Buckshot] Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's what's up, nigga what We about to tear shit up Nigga what, we about to light shit up [Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot] You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga You nuthin' ass want to be somethin' ass busta ass Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird G'd up, D-P-G-see'd up, O-G-see'd up original gun clappin' No captains, no officials, Nuthin' but niggas and pistols Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga Pop the pistol, Launch the missile Let is whistle Let it blow nigga Let these niggas know nigga [Buckshot talking] Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know We about to tear shit up It's two shots the deuce is wild [Buckshot] As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck with the red eye stare, Should I stare, Hell motherfuckin' yeah Almost got blinded by a glare Hollow tips made the metal flare You better beware, or get, Hit in ya waist for, wastin' time Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind Metal to the bone, crack ya bone Travel up ya spine up to ya dome Follow me home, On a mission where we bone, Sick niggas wear ski masks Duck when we blast Old school shit smoke grass, Fill up the glass and the shit splash, On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete, Take it to the swap meet, cock heat, Drop top two seat You can keep the jeep while I creep Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor One two three nigga [Kurupt] I'm gettin' dusted, In the back of a six hundred Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it All I want's my cash, and my bundles Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel In Philly respect, Gotham motherfucka You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfucka? Hit the form then rock, Bitches in flocks Watch in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt [Hook: Buckshot] Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt, Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's what's up, nigga what We about to tear shit up Nigga what, we about to light shit up Walk the wrong side of the block Face the right side of the glock Nigga shit don't stop Nigga what, we about to light shit up Nigga what, we about to tear shit up [Outro: Buckshot (Kurupt)] Tear shit up nigga what We about to light shit Nigga what (Buckshot) Tear shit up (Shoot 'em down) We about to light shit up (Valentino) Young Gotti (Kurupt) (Buckshot), the bee bee eyed Nigga what you got? You fake ass motherfuckas Nah what I'm sayin' Broke niggas, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt One thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm, We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll |
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Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze) Only the survivors survive in the world of survival Where your rivals always want to make it seem like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots You know exactly what it is (you know!) You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool) What five lessons five chapters, I'ma start How you gonna make a couple dollars When you roam in zones filled with cowards Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker) I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid 'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game With all them niggaz that you got by your side You learned by yourself that the only way to ride I'ma put you up on (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain I roll with my girl and weeds All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no) But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3 I got... Chorus (2x): (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain Once you realize you'll never live without (game) Get paid without, no moves made without (game) It's the force, the call of the holocaust Go against the source, end up lost The portrait of a wild puma Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels With no one to help us I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless Oversellers envious and jealous Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles I saw a view through the eyes Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs When the pump gets to pumping, niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds Fuck 'em with veterans, with game... Chorus (2x) One time, on time Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all One time, yeah I love to brawl One time (give it up), one time (give it up) Check it out It's hard to sustain and maintain through life With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez That's the word, came up from flipping birds Words travel like black talents The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence How you gonna make it to the next stage If one second you're broke, the next minute paid Now you got the police planning Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons If it was me, I'd move silently Prepare warfare, react violently Lou is too flashy, new clothes (???) with hoes, and got penetrated He had too many hoes knowing where he resides Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game Shh... Know what? Chorus (3x) |
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<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Yo Barshawn Gimmewhutchagot nigga Come and drip into the realm of the X-files Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Get your position correct Get your ammunition correct The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!) I got a quarter-key You wanna to try to stick me for it? Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga Fantasies never formulate So when you get the formula to format Restructure and reshape Relax or we take all We make sure we shake all We shake tame or aim or flame all A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!) I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo For the first time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop See I done paid my dues Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin Either or, it could happen Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin I bet next time you stay in a child's place This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein If so happen you did that Where the fuck you expect the rest at? We got that too comin through a quarter to two Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew Mad tight, but that's life I learned the game Same cats that you roll with will split your game See I'm in it for the cheese nigga Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) <i>[Kurupt:]</i> I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs And collar clothes impact and enthrone Gone, zone the dome and then blown I heard raw before I saw raw before Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's Me and my nigga Shawn What you got weight on your shoulders The freons gettin colder Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners I got a beam on you chest-high Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right I spreads like bad news Bitches get played like the blues Blowin dicks like whistles Launch like missles Pop like pistols And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos Cuz I refuse to chill like EP I prefer to get high live with the DP You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle It's a storm, form reform your label form Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm <i>[Chorus]</i> Kurupt, young Gotti West Coast, East Coast nigga Raw doggs <i>[Chorus]</i> Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga |
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<i>[Kurupt & Trigga]</i>
<i>[Trigga?]</i> Yeah, yeh what the deal dog (Where you from?) BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah what the dealy Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best Dogg Pound's the best <i>[Verse 1: Trigga]</i> Mic accurate, trade darts TL Slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring Get mashed out initiation face slashed out Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar Eye on me, feds spy on me It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof Level head the liable and leave ya for dead Fill fulla lead Incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays I guess it's the American ways Far from slaves, Yet behind bars and cage Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage <i>[Verse 2: Baby S]</i> It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin' See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin' I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash My intention to smash fast plex on elevators Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader I'm major now, women hit me on my pager While I'm puffin' on the bombay, The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay <i>[Hook:]</i> Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 3: Short Khop]</i> Got the session on lockdown Make way for the cocked pound Best to give it all you got now fool For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture Run up and extort ya Abort ya missions, Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat Where the bomb at, chop up on that Niggas I been there and done that Catch a contact By drainin', try trainin' Holla when you've perfected ya aimin' Ready for a taming And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest Anything to the left of monotonous Mister Khopadopalous, Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened <i>[Verse 4: Kurupt]</i> Check it out, got games, crackle Clash of the titans up against the crackin' Come to fuck you up, stuck you up Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt What the fuck you want? All at you motherfucking small fry small guy Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat Run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket But first strip his pockets He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya, Drex Luthor ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, Double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop <i>[Hook:]</i> When you see me wid the DPG Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high And if you see me in the ING Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 5: El-Drex]</i> Yo, yo, verbal seizures Coming from the black Johnny Fever You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder, At this point you realise that you ain't really need her Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive Betta contact ya physician for over dosage You lost ya focus, realise what you get A little bit of good shit And alot of bullshit, Now you wounded, So you got exactly what you earned You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return <i>[Hook:]</i> When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E Just walk on by, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high <i>[Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']</i> All I wanna say, FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN! Yo, first of all, After all this is over, We still all go to sleep, And we still wake up in the morning, So give thanks to God, Cause he loves us For real, for real |
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| 5:36 |
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<i>[Kurupt & El Drex]</i>
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 <i>[Kurupt:]</i> 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 <i>[El Drex:]</i> 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 <i>[Kurupt:]</i> 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 <i>[El Drex:]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus:]</i> Having to survive living in the life Got to stay alive living in the life Have to survive Living in the life <i>[El Drex:]</i> 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 <i>[Kurupt:]</i> 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 <i>[El Drex:]</i> 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 <i>[Kurupt (El Drex):]</i> 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 <i>[El Drex:]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus: (to end with Kurupt talking)]</i> 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 And when we grab the mic We formally rock the nation |
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| 7. |
| 4:39 |
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<i>[Hook:]</i>
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 <i>[Verse 1: Slop & Patacico]</i> 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>[Patacico]</i> 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? <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt]</i> 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>[Patacico]</i> 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 <i>[Kurupt]</i> 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 Zines, zines, zines....... |
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| 8. |
| 5:28 |
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featuring Deadly Venoms
[Kurupt] DV.... DV.. Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 1: Yo yo yo yo yo yo Fuck this who want to 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 want to 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 Verse 2: 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 Chorus: Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 3: 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 Chorus Verse 4: Kurupt 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 Chorus Verse 5: We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll Dirty kid want to 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? [Kurupt] Yo I'm from the West ya'll Busting 'cause a stress ya'll Fuck the best ya'll Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas Chorus (3x) Gangsta style... Uhh, Uhh Protect ya Neck Massive Poison plants |
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| 8:37 |
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For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck To my baby girl Denim You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style Ha, check it, I wanna fuck To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck Young ladies, I wanna fuck I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what <i>[Chorus (2X):]</i> Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck (fuck) You wanna act, I wanna fuck (fuck) No time for rap, just wanna fuck You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what You never stop suckin me off For as long as I'm breakin you off I never go soft Show you who's boss But you got to stay wet for me to confess That you fuck best than all the rest See me personally murder the weed Loving the speed, rumble the seeds Fucking and hee, funny's runnin with me Have you comin for me You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and Definitely nasty under ?? freeze, grab me a Henney Bow down surrender to me <i>[Kurupt:]</i> You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut All over your face and on your butt Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs She get crazy for cocoa nuts Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed Kick over the lamp shade Ass come equipped with an ash tray Call me a taxi, I'm nasty Don't be nervous, check my escort service Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it (Dogg Poung Gangstaville) Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis Wild sex and me now that's monotonous I'm man floss the rocks and shit Quick to have your baby momma coppin it (baby momma coppin it) Might as give you well till I take you home Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan Promise me baby that I can take you home Take you to my room Confront the freak in you Run you through my groove Hey, that's what you wanna do <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder I'm all about sex, getting pussy that's wet Fucking bitches in the stretch Riding to the bank, cashing my checks Smoking, sipping 'Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left Telling me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it Just get down on the floor and strip naked You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass Fifty five cheaters, quick ass We get ass, we get cash And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka This is how we do it over here nigga Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga I guess I got to tell them what the time they were Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Let's play house, what you talkin bout Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out All the way from Philly to the dirty south You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus to end with variations]</i> |
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| 10. |
| 3:35 |
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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 why'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 you- are- you- 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 why'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 can't 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 [Chorus to end] |
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| 5:11 |
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Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's 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 [Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2] [Baby S] 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 [Kurupt] 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 that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Chorus] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] 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 y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh [Chorus to Fade] |
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