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[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh... Hi, my name is Latoya Williams and this is a story about; my man You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years ago And boy did I love my man But somethin awful happened, mmm and they took him away for awhile {*door slamming*} Now I know some of you ladies out there know what I'm talkin about Here's my story... I'm feelin so lonely, lonely, lonely, lone As I sit by the phone, mmm Days are long, nights are cold There's no one home, but me What am I to do? - I find myself, callin you, over and over and over Please, pleeease, come and rescue me From all this pain, all this pain, and agony! OoohHHHhhh! (But all, I have is time without you) And that's not good, oh no! (It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do) If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it) 'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you) So I'll do it (do it) Sometimes! It hurts so much that I cry! (cry) and I bawl (mmmmmmm) 'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home OoohHHHhhh no! OohhHHh, ohhhHHh-ho-ho *more harmonizing* My baby, my baby... (But all, I have is time without you) And that's not good, oh no no no! (It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do) If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it) 'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you) Sometimes! It hurts and then I cry! (cry) and I bawl (mmmmmmm) 'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home Ohhh! Ooo-oo-oooooohh... |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
At night.. (yeahhh!) At night.. (talkin bout - all that shit)
At night.. (better not go to sleep nigga) At night.. (yeah! I see you nigga) Smokin bomb, feelin loaded, forty yappin, smoke imported Servin as fat as boulders, got a bet yo on my shoulders Homies robbin homies, on point with the po'-po's Sellin white snow pure yo, twist a little bit just to get a lil' mo' We had the ground, we bagged a round, crack, money in stripes I lay you down, let niggaz know that we ain't no fuckin joke, niggahhh The nighttime's, the right time, family and pride Personally known for the way I, spray and ride Silent if I, silent is the way I glide Money'll make a nigga shift a pistol shoot to the sky Nigga let's ride! I love it when the sun goes down Nigga get chopped down, get gunned down Run down, run around, and shot down Popped down glocks in full pound surround Get the homies together and call the shots, fallin on baller's blocks Smaller and smaller knots, alcoholics lookin fo' my gangsta bitches (uh-huh) and busta niggaz (uh-huh) Liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (uh-huh) (liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed) At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (what ch'all niggaz wanna do, huh?) I put holes in the air and turn black to blue And I don't give a fuck about puttin holes in you The midnight strike, the killer strikes the streets at night Imitation Doggs on scope and it's on on sight (nigga) Murder killin robbery, mayhem Assault with the deadly weapons equals battery I be down with the tragedy Catch a nigga slippin, shoulda known Nigga one-eighty-seven ain't shit but a misdemeanor (If you ain't knowin - they ain't knowin) Niggaz dyin unexpected, and they knowin (They don't know) Niggaz tryin to make it echo but it's showin (they ain't showin) little bitches on the street straight hoein (straight hoein) you ain't knowin (thought you knew) Overblown, got'n'gone, the song zone, at the zone shown Time and time again it's on, Vietnam again Napalm set-trip, coast-trip, post and get tripped on, blastin fuckin chippin niggaz out the fuckin dash What the fuck is this? Niggaz is the luckiest Strike and spray, e'ryday all day around the way I lost my homeboy last year, nigga shed his last tear Comin through to blast shit, I knew I'd catch his ass crip At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (uh-huh) (liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed) At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. At night.. (yeahhh - that's how it go down e'ry night nigga) At night.. (y'all niggaz better stay strapped) (cause we on a hunt for all y'all) At night.. (and we ain't takin no shorts) (servin y'all niggaz on sight) At night.. (everyday, all night, yeah) At night.. (everyday, all day, anybody killer) At night.. (fuck all y'all! yeah!) At night.. Whassup whassup? Whatchu need? (Got a fifty sack?) Whassup? Aww the police, c'mon! At night.. |
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from Daz Dillinger - Retaliation, Revenge And Get Back (1998)
What the fuck is this? child support papers? what?
Chorus: You didn't have to file on me, you turned my child on me. Why you had to file on me? you turned my child on me. Daz: As I lay myself to sleep at night, I pray the lord my soul to keep, so I can try to do right. There's no one else that I can turn to, I'm asking a favor, oh just once, Oh jesus christ, lord I'm asking you. Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy, Promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies. Watch the clouds spread, and it shades my heart, My relationship fell apart. Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just how it started, She filed child support, and it's really cold hearted. I've been taking care of you and your kid, all of my life, Mad at me 'cause I wouldn't make you my wife. I've done a lot of crazy things in my days, Killing to get that weapon named, robbing just to get paid. Now how much more can I bear, and I explode inside, Still asking myself why... Chorus "lil" c-style: I'm like "what, child support? ", Man, who ever thought I would get filed on. Uh, you know what I'm saying? Do gangsters get filed on child support? hell yeah they do. I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew. Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh? I, i, i, I walk by faith, and not by sight, Living day by day, praying night after night. 'cause I'm seeing so much, so much lust lust lust, And every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch touch touch. You think I'm doing too much or what? I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up. And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up, If I'm on the spot, you know she's surfing on my (? ? ). Look in her best, from the back bend over, Now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes, and I stroll up. Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how much I owe her, Wrote him back, "i can't do a damn thing for ya". All I can do, is just take care of my daughter, Thirty days later I got a court order. She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh. Chorus Daz: Now I'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything, From my house and my cars to my gold rings. Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same old Situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curbs, Smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point. Every night I get the marihuana, thinking it would take away the pain, Waking up the next morning, and thing are still the same. Big c-style: I did so much, to get so little. Paid more than the court even asked of me. But loving no more, not even a parlay? and you want me to pay? It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your nigga. Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me. Chorus (3 times) |
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah What's up, what's up Where you at nigga, on my way nigga Nigga, nigga Yeah, what's goin' on They don't know about that new shit huh Where you at, up bitch if ya let me [Mark Morrison] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah [Daz Dillinger] Out of the clear, blue sky makin' it happen Also shit we stackin' Crushin' and bustin' upon all these backstabbers I seen em' in traffic, it's Daz Dillinger He ain't familiar with us How I getsdown and gets up Scopin' out the scene, forever makin' green Stabbed in the back, plot and scheme Me, Tray, and Mark get busy After dark rippin' in my park From the end to the start So tell me homeboy what it is I thought we was down to the end My next of kin tryin' to blast me to the end What it is I thought that we was down till the end What it is, backstabbers [Mark Morrison] Said ya was my brother, brother But you ain't no brother, brother Turnin' ya back on me And it turns to jealousy Said she was my sister, sister But you ain't no sister, sister Treatin' a mack this way Dodgin' me all day I thought you was my back (Yes I did) Cause we all still black (So true) And no matter what you do (No, no, no) I could always count on you (Oh) [Daz Dillinger] Oh, oh, oh, oh [Hook: Daz Dillinger (Mark Morrison)] (Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers) The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers) Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers) What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers) The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers) Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers) What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers) [Mark Morrison] Girl he ain't my brother How is he my brother Turnin' backs on me And it turns to your envy Swearin' she my sister But how is she my sister Servin' suits on me Negative plublicity, listen I thought she was my back (Yes I did) Cause we all still black (So true) And no matter what you do (No, no, no) I could always count on you Brother can't you see That he usin' you against me And no matter what they say Mack Daddy's here to stay [Hook] Backstabbers, like a flagrant foul with no damn sound How dare you try to stop big pimpin' slow When the life of the flavor is my ho Layin' between the lines lyrically Inclined to come off divine Every mack in time, against all that [Mark Morrison] I thought you was my brother Cause we all still black And no matter what you do I could always count on you Sister can't you see They're plottin' you against me And no matter what they do My love will come to you (Tray Deee) [Tray Deee] When I return like the mack then I cause disaster (Yeah) Bangin' on these wack, back stabbin' bastards (What) Perhaps it's a lack of true macks that's rappin' (Uh) While people don't be knowin' what's exactly happenin' But try to play me, Tray Dee will clashin' Cause I brand these Magnums and blast the fastest Don't ask if I'm massive to grab my stashes I last in the past puttin' plans in caskets Daz and the Mack in the back be flashin' And havin' it lavish with smashin' classics Act like mack life ain't no joke Burnin' youth hang in Cali where the pistols smoke (What) [Mark Morrison (Daz)] Backstabbers...backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers (What ya say now) backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers (What ya say, what ya say) backstabbers [Hook to fade] |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it
Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand Got so many different advances, different chances lead to different circumstances, enhancements Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells Hit niggaz like hammers hit nails I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe Bitch don't you owe me 6000? I'm countin to ten I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit And roll up anybody on some skanless shit Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo I'm so caught up in the streets I need to lie low And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow *Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none [Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none x3] The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat (Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're fruit cat Niggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in) You know I'm all about the street dollars Follow your trail and blaze niggaz with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb Roll with niggaz disappear in them burbs Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst (Listen) - in other words stop talkin I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin when the fifth stain leave shit stains off in your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often You niggaz soft and the fifth lift chains off often Get your block chalked when the glock start barkin *Repeat Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes I ain't impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick And y'all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitch I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a hill out I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step Seven to ten niggaz drop when they step Don't sweat the technique or get chin-checked Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt Rosco, you can't bite my shit, it causes fiascoes My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the bowl D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke *Repeat Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out So what's wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter Shootin niggaz down cause it's nuttin The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha? You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya Pleezbelieveit ya bitch I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch And bitches get treated like bitches.. Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga! |
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from Daz Dillinger - Gangsta Crunk (2005)
Yea
I wanna see all the girls in the club wit them bigg butts Shake it shake it I need a girl with a big o butt (hey ya need a) Big butt, Big butt, Big butt I need a girl with a big o butt (you know I need a) Big butt, Big butt, Big butt I need a girl with a big o butt (Girl) Big butt, Big butt, Big butt I need a girl with a big o butt (You know Diggi Daz need a) Big butt, Big butt, Big butt [Verse 1] I need a girl with a lil bit mo' Shake it on down Down to the flow Give it to a nigga girl shake it real low And won't ya bend over and crack yo toes I want a girl wit apple bottom jeans Them St. Louis girls yea ya know what I mean Them Tennesee and Georgia girl Won't ya drop it baby do the chicken won't ya do the candy swirl the candy swirl See I'm lookin for the beatifull cuteys I like them girls wit them big ass booty Work it on me and girl thats your duty And thats how I like it girl won't ya come do me [Chorus] I like them girls wit them big o butts Who's cute as fuck Shake your stuff from the back to the front Shake your stuff I like them girls wit them big o butts I like them girls wit them big o butts Lookin cute as fuck Shake your stuff Won't you work your shit from the back to the front I like them girls wit them big o butts I like them girls wit them big o butts She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I like them girls wit them big o butts She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I like them girls wit them big o butts She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I like them girls wit them big o butts She got a big butt, big butt, big butt Girl you got a big o butt I know I told ya i'll be true .... got a big o butt So I'm leavin you (see ya) Girl you got a big o butt I know I told ya i'll be true Alicia Keys got a big o butt So I'm leavin you (see ya) Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me Push it on me, Push it on me GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, GRAW Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me, Push it on me [Chorus] I need a girl wit a big o butt She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I need a girl wit a big o butt She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I need a girl wit a big o butt She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I need a girl wit a big o butt (a big o butt a big o butt) She got a big butt, big butt, big butt I need a B-I-G B-U-T Girl you got big o butt I need a B-I-G B-U-T Girl you got big o butt I need a B-I-G B-U-T Girl you got big o butt I need a B-I-G B-U-T B-U-T B-U-T (aaaaaaaaaaaho) Yea You know I'm lookin for the girl wit the big big big butt All that badunkadunk girl that make no sense Shit girl goddam You know you got it going on girl You the girl wit the big o butt And that means you got ass girl ass ass ass (woooh) Goddam Godaam can I get another motherfucking drink? Fuck it let's buy the whole motherfucking bar Is y'all motherfuckers ready to get tow up from the motherfucking flo' up |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
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Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here And the real from there And make it mo' better like blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro (ruck) F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit (rock) Word is bon jovi.. Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing (ruck) What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis (rock) Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home brownsville Cause real recognize real everytime for real (daz) Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) (kurupt) Life without money, that's like breathing with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. (rock) We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you love the real shit frequently Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? (ruck) At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me (daz) Now who, wants to be a real dope mc Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through your f**kin town And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah! (kurupt) Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes Motherf**ker (daz) Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound Runnin this motherf**ker Yeah! |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!) In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside *I think I'm good at love my life, C-Walkin cha cha cha To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!) *Repeat Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!) Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip (The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch) *Repeat (x4) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low [Jay-Z] In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. .. hold up love You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!) [Daz] Hold up (hah) wait a minute and All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*} [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a four so clean like a brand new nina My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt naked bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
We DPG back on the mash
Yeeeah Daz and Kurupt Kurupt and Daz Dean in this New millenium Yeeeah We ridin, we slidin, we glidin And everybody knows that we be Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes (x2) Yeea This somethin bout bein a g Are you the pimp be dippin through the street with heat nigga I'm just g'd to a t Live at the club Got a nigga dub Bout to put it on air then ya nigga love Rock this for some hennessey and get buzzed Bout to hit the rave up and unplug Hot like I'm sleep Hot like a bomb Hot uh just like you little momma, huh I'm posted up at the bar bar With big things in my pocket pocket Pullin big things out my pocket Yeah, I'm watchin you twerk twerk I'm peepin' yo game yeah I'm all into you you What do you want to do I'm gettin approached by these Dames I ignore any each one Cause I know what I want And I'm all into you you What do you want to do *Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes (Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta) *Repeat Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes (Kurupt the Kingpin is a Dogg Pound Gangsta) Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes (Dat nigga Daz is a Dogg Pound Gangsta) **Move somethin (Move somethin) Keep it g'd (Keep it g'd) G'd up (G'd up) You know it (Know it) Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes Just post up nigga and watch this Phenomenon when it come to game Most of these nay be in the lanes Im'a just keep it simple and plain You can't ill with a g like me See I'm worldwide when I smash shit Got the indo cut half shit I drink on my time (Drink on my time) I move on my time (Move on my time) I'm g'd to t (G'd to t) You know about me (Know about me) Girl I'm damn near married Ain't talkin bout rollin with a g (Rollin with a g) Just peepin out your game (Peepin out your game) For the mommy of the house (Mommy of the house) Little momma keep doin' ya thang (Keep goin) And keep turning these suckas out, check it *Repeat (x2) ***Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz We puff on the trees We get the cash We DPG back on the mash Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz We DPG back on the mash Daz, Kurupt Kurupt and Daz We puff on the trees And we get the cash DPG straight on the mash (Dogg Pound!) **Repeat Mike Dean let the bass go *** Repeat *Repeat (x2) |
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from Me Without You (2002)
Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all, I want to ask you something, I want you to spell something for me Jim, Can you do that? Sure John. But I want you to spell for me New York. John, why do you ask me to do that? I just want you to spell New York Jim. Well alright I'm gonna go ahead man. New York, that's N-E-W Y-O-R-K man, No Jim, you've made a mistake Jim I'm gonna teach you the right way And the proper way to spell New York. Well go ahead John. A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York, Jim. You see I'm a dynamite. So all you got to do is hold me tight, Because I'm out a sight you know. Because I'm dynamite. But everytime I walk in the rain. Man, o man, I feel a pain I feel a burning pain, keep on burning In my bloody brain. I've got cokane running around my brain, I've got cokane running around my brain. I want to dig me soul brothers and sisters I want you to hold me tight cause I'm a dynamite I got cokane running around my brain. No matter where I treat my guests You see, they always like my kitchen best 'Cause I've cokane running around my brain Cokane running around my brain yea. Hey Jim, Jim, where is Jim man? I want to tell you somethin' I want you to spell for me New York Come an Jim, how you spell New York? A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork, That's the way we spell New York right on Out of sight man right on O right on. Yeah right on. Man oh man I run around I've got to read the setting sun 'Cause I've got cokane A whole lot, a whole lot of cokane man. Running around my brain, running around my brain Cokane, cokane, running around my brain yeah |
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| from Daz Dillinger - Cb 200 + Bionic Dread (2007) | |||||
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| from Daz Dillinger - Cb 200 + Bionic Dread (2007) | |||||
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
My nigga Daz, the funkiest nigga to make beats
Nobody see's him, East to West coast (No disrespect) Say what? (Say What, Say What?) Motherfucker too much, too much, too much (I heard somebody bit our shit cuz!) Where we from? *Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?) Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherfucker, too much) Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much) Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz) I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand There's only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand (Dogg Pound) The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump- a And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a These adventures reak havoc, Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage Ryhme savage, introduction to death Muder MC's till ain't shit left In a sector, why must MC's flip Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whiped Claiming they classic, but you don't set no classic examples With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samples Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no more I turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain't live no more I use to follow, but now you's a legend like sleepy hollow I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollow There's no tommorrow, nigga, it all ends I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began I'm the man, now what is this that I'm told to be red on the spot Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka) Oh shit, hell no this can't be Who's this on the radio dissing me D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcher Doing a video for a song that got blew outta porportion I found he's the deadliest force in the world Where it's all about glamour, fame, and fortune As we blast and creep, so fuck you Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete We the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he's blasting And anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha) *Repeat (Say what?, too much, too much, you know what?) So gimmie, the heat to the motherfucking Jimmies Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's penny Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs To you chest, leathal techs, and pissed to get complex If I had a million dollars, then I'd be rich If your ho was on deck then I'd fuck yo bitch It's Gotti in the cut with the Don, Coleone And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah) Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted Stalking you all, all walking caskets Hit the spot where the smoke is sold Low and behold, the tightest composition composed Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at React, actions speak louder than words But ain't nothing more potent than vision I seen out in through the visions, erupting I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon Then escape a lyrical felon Accelling in and out like, as if I'm smoking the bomb (boom) And hit 3's as my D's shine And keep it gangsta *Repeat |
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| from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001) | |||||
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
*All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me Everybody won't you dip with me All my bitches won't you dip with me All my niggaz won't you dip with me All my bitches won't you dip with me Everybody won't you dip with me All my bitches won't you dip with meeeee (aaagghh-ugh) MCs i assassinate Don't play no games Don't procrastonate Got my homeboy slip Playing rubber with tha clip Ready to slap a bitch and Poppin off at the lip What you want somethin Get my gauge and pop somethin Quick to pull out Pop and i pop somethin What tha fuck all yall niggaz Wanna know about tha gang Actin like yall niggaz ain't really knew our name Nigga you see we gangstaz Hearts 'n all Let us spark Gettin niggaz through tha dark 'n all See 'em all runnin through tha park 'n all Give a fuck homeboy coz we sparks it off I'm a raw dogg assassin from tha DPG And i be one of tha freshest and dopest MC When you catch us in tha cut And you lookin like what Best believe it be Daz and that nigga kurupt We got it all locked down Coz you ain't hittin no more Washed up what tha fuck You ain't eatin no more The radical traumatical assassin Got his ass kicked The motherfuckin bastard stretched like elastic Now you bein' a hazard Two gats tha game Ran slap dead into a train motherfucker And gettin bitches like an everyday thang D O double G P O U N D it's tha gang *Repeat Skedaddle MCs on these terrains Terrorist pterodactyl overlooking tha plains Off of propane flames Stickin niggaz Perapeutic poetical and therapeutic MCs pulverised punished and executed Don't say i shoot Homeboy shoot it Y'up against a grizzly Cuz McKenzie I'm on a frenzy Ain't nothin fun and friendly I'm headin to where you're friends be Yeah motherfucker Ya wanna bust it in off ya head motherfucker Ya heard what i said motherfucker Yeah Kurupt what tha fuck Kidnap and abduct (check it out) Niggaz like you don't make it over hear Where it's all about your heart and tha clothes you wear I moved out this bitch at tha age of 16 Got my first M16 at 18 First thing i knew was 11-8 gangstaz And don't you know 'bout tha 6-0's Y'ever got quoted? Well i did nigga put it on bark and heart foam In this land we in homie it's all about stripes That fool thinkin a nigga settle down With kids and a wife Fuck a bitch homie My homeboy I warn you You can't be goin on to California They'll call tha cops on ya Born in tha illy philly philadel' (shh) Went from shell toe and deeps To heat and canded shell Went from rhyming on tha block To mini-macs and nots To max tha tops mini-mac 11s and glocks Motherfuck wit me *Repeat Ha ha ha ha Dip with me into a world full of gang bang and dope sales Where niggaz get they cap pushed back To tha fact common as a cold Anyone contesting will catch the grand reprisal Murder No mercy No remorse Anybody killa All day everyday without delay Red or blue It don't matter When tha hot blood splatter People see more For you filled with gray matter Brainwaves everyway We murder and end things And recognise that we come again and again and again Energize in tha spot like a duracell bunny Hop to this Hear me now Continue to ride Ha ha ha ha ha ha How you say ride Ride with us indeed Or get murdered (Dip Wit Me) |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice I'm in my own, space and time The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray I come I came, I am I ain't the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression from this infectious enemy, they on the loose And unstoppable, Daz My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty? Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah) Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow) Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign, top Dogg number one My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable Chorus: Daz, Kurupt [Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life [duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage I hits it like shots, from the homey strap I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick Face to face, punk you can eat a dick Cause you're all out of time, out of sight out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat I'm heated, repeat it, day after day Daily survival tactics in L.A. I'm on point and alert with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas See me in black and beware It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle faddle, dibble, dabble Gotta Rock like Fraggle I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx Think, about it, better yet forget it Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock Not in my pocket, no need for cock and gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is the amazin, trail-blazin Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no! I'm that Lyrical Murderer Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh... |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice I'm in my own, space and time The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray I come I came, I am I ain't the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression from this infectious enemy, they on the loose And unstoppable, Daz My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty? Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah) Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow) Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign, top Dogg number one My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable Chorus: Daz, Kurupt [Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life [duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage I hits it like shots, from the homey strap I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick Face to face, punk you can eat a dick Cause you're all out of time, out of sight out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat I'm heated, repeat it, day after day Daily survival tactics in L.A. I'm on point and alert with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas See me in black and beware It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle faddle, dibble, dabble Gotta Rock like Fraggle I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx Think, about it, better yet forget it Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock Not in my pocket, no need for cock and gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is the amazin, trail-blazin Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no! I'm that Lyrical Murderer Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh... |
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from Daz Dillinger - Tha Dogg Pound Gangsta Lp (2005)
(feat. Shelly)
[Chorus] - X 2 Do you think about me? (Yes I think about you) Do I think about you? (Well I hope you do) Because I never met a type of thug that love me the way you do [Daz Dillinger] Do you think about me, do I think about you? Love the way you fuck me girl, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you Ride the dick up and down baby, make that sound This for you and every girl lookin' good in the town Music bumpin', now we humpin' to the beat, now the booty all mine As we fondle through the sheets, so sweet Bodies heatin', now I sweat 'cause I ain't done yet I bust 1-2-3, just out of respect She licked my neck, we connect, Diggy Daz is a vet I'm fuckin' the pussy 'cause nigga yo I'm killin' this shit From the back, side to side, 'til the sun start to rise Just before you know, huh, I'm back in them thighs Goin' "ah, ah" tryin' to catch that feelin' Cause I love the way you do it, sincerely Daz Dilli Come on and do it just like, girl get wit it And this for them pretty pretty girls that's in the city [Chorus] - X 2 Do you think about me? (Yes I think about you) Do I think about you? (Well I hope you do) Because I never met a type of thug that love me the way you do [Daz Dillinger] Dark skinned and light skinned, yo I'm all up in it Just let me hit it, let me make it hot from the beginnin' Bend it over, let me show you how Diggy's supposed to - fuck that pussy when a nigga come over Hard as a boulder, let me grab your shoulder Been waitin' for this pussy girl, now you're older Lay with a nigga, won't you blaze up a blunt I wanna give it to you girl, just like you want No need to front, slow and fast when I pump Baby girl let me tell you, this ain't no stunt Squeeze it tight, make it right, give it to me all night Yo we drunk, feelin' buzzed 'cause we high as a kite Give it to ya five minutes 'cause she started to suck it Can't go wrong so I puts on rubber Cut it open like mamba, you start to wonder Cause I make it hot like July summer [Chorus] - X 4 Do you think about me? (Yes I think about you) Do I think about you? (Well I hope you do) Because I never met a type of thug that love me the way you do |
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