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(feat. Tray Deee)
[Daz] Ready? Yeah... we back Daz Dillinger in the game Death Row, in the house Lettin y'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here In effect, c'mon Ahh yeah, watch out, get ready for war We the Gang and we bang knockin down your door What's the secrets of war I can't take no more Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours With these automatic toys throughout the world make noise Dippin in low-lows, and jumpin out of fo'-do's Catchin, many and any with the fo'-fo' Blastin and mashin I cash in many for Death Row Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride The worst California we droppin somethin on ya Ain't no one to sound, like ta-pow, you a goner For the simple fact we get Gang Related We have the papers and you suckers hate it What you gon do when we get loose and act a fool Break the rules on you and dust you off with the tools [Chorus: Tray Deee] Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta Only with the swoll rolls and the paper Once I get the big bank, gotta shake her Cause I'm tryin to get way too major [x2] [singing] And you know we really like to get down With the Gangsta Boogie [x2] [Dat Nigga Daz] I penetrate, send it straight to your middle brain Three times dope similar to my nickname A big Caine, ain't nuttin changed now I'm solo My gangsta ass track with the Gang is my logo Ridin with the top down, off lockdown Time for me to knock down fool's whole compound Like the World Trade Center The world made thinner when I'm pullin on my girl gray trigger Figure when I enter I intend to rule this This industry fin to see I'm nuttin to fool wit Like Jack Nicholson, I smack fickle men And pack somethin in my penalty Will well then they see the toppest servin a putdown And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down A crook down from my ground of clout Representin Death Row when I was down and out It don't stop [Chorus] [Daz Dillinger] I came in the game with the aim to maim The gangbang murder main slang is strange My first idea when I stare up in the mirror Is how Daz Dillinger gon creep up on the scrilla And if I don't plot then I'll probably not Get my issue, so I gotta figure how to twist you Hit you hard like a gauge shot Watchin fools laid out when the bloodshot sprayed out I shoot my way out these punks for rent So duck when the slugs hit your trunks, you're finished I'm comin out runnin that's to shake the scene Break the green I'll scream out the gangsta theme Do or die! Ain't no lie, that's the way I eat Watch me scope out and choke out the prayout beat GIve me six in the chamber fuck twelve in the box Let the gravedigger be the one shovelin rocks, it don't stop [Chorus] [Daz] This how we live, ballin on y'all Fancy cars and houes [singing x1 again] Yeah, and you know we got this, so don't trip, ha ha Yeah, and you know that Yeah, real smoove Straight up, we got get down Gangsta, and we major And we doin, watch out [singing x2 again] Death Row, Daz Dillinger |
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Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga (coughing) Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) (whispered) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder Watch out nigga! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) (Tupac - chorus 2X throughout) Daz in this motherfucker Alright bwoy, drop that shit Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me (Verse One) Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game As I sit here puffin on a cigarette Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures Oooh, what can you do when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh (Chorus) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Two) Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Three) Never bow down let these other bitches crawl I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Four) Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail And all my peers doin years locked up in jail What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherfuckers got on do-rags (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G You ain't really makin nothin These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack believe me, this could be your last breath... (Chorus 2X) to fade Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G |
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| 4:28 |
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Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece But God damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed *chorus* Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2x) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2x) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (give me more, give me more) greed, greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (repeat 2x) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (do you wear a vest? ) no Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit On everything counterfeit, the don mega Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south Picked up a ounce in shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring *chorus* Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death row is very greedy Sic-wid-it records is very greedy Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy Sosodef, greedy Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem What can you tell me, nigga? *pigs squeal* |
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| 5:01 |
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(Chorus) x2
These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back these days you gotta be down who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound I believe I got good skills we been makin music since we were kids thats all I wanna do, for life keepin it real until the day I die obstacles get in my way continue to mash and dont forget to pray I keep my hand on my steel because I love my life and I always will whatever people say to me I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please if you really dont know me then you best back up, I suggest strongly they started this DPG until the day I D-I-E for my L-I-F and E no matter where I look thats all I see and I know... (Chorus) x2 Many niggaz cling to me I think its because they see me on BET cuz everybody knows my name all the police think I'm serving cane jealous niggaz call us out but I dont worry long as I hear their mouths if ever they decide to kill you better be prepared because I know I will I think I can guarantee you dont wanna be standin next to me before my final curtain call I forsake save hen and wont be long so if we bump hits in the streets or even at some party you niggaz really can't see me my request is that you stop trying before I let go... Chorus x2 Daz- Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin for whoever I bustin takin now bowin down never gotta watch my back for these coppers as well as these niggaz that I kick it with they stick you faster than these bitches will since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches and I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime I smoke constantly and can't flinch me from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb who gots my back nobody little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party all be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are really say the nigga gotta be a star I gots to get mine and if I blast then its my destiny if I die then it was meant to be intentionally worry stressin I'm guessin no confession when the murder take place set yourself protection Chorus x4 to fade |
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Cal, Cal, Cal [x4] [Verse 1:] It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right) And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas Without gettin laid, I make my money game I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid And catch a po-po slippin while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea [Chorus:] True devotion That's what it is To the hustlas and the playas Yea that's right Got a notion I got a notion To smoke the playa haters [Verse 2:] They try to murda, murda Or get the young nigga for his churta Better respect it, cause' if you won't That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin Extra clip on my hip I don't slip We can go toe to toe so that cha know Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO 1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ? I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven I just keep on keep on survivin (yea) [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3] Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack I'm livin phat and you can best believe that It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea) [Chorus repeats and fades] |
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(2Pac)
No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga (Napolean) Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga (Fatal Hussein) How many niggaz fall in your vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz (E.D.I.) Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin (Kastro) I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine (Khadafi) Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga (2Pac) Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga (2Pac) Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!) (Cop speaks over Tupac's part above) Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh Tupac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uhh I repeat let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz.. let 'em go But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go |
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Chorus One/Intro:
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house... |
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(feat. Storm)
West Coast to the East Coast to the North and to the South [x4] [Verse 1: 6 Feet] I can see by the look in your eyes you were caught by surprise, when you finally saw me See the men on TV, are not the size of me Little tiny things, get rid of things Saying that you want me to reign Who would take you by the hand and teach you all that he can? (That's right) So let's stop talkin bad shhhh Let's get it on, lady, wooooo [Chorus:] West Coast ladies come play with me Will the East Coast ladies come ride with me Will the Southern girls come lay with me Stop teasin me, run deep with me West Coast ladies come play with me Will the East Coast ladies come ride with me Will the Northern girls come lay with me Stop teasin me, run deep with me [Verse 2: 6 Feet] Ladies! I'm lookin for a partner (someone) So we can chill and have some fun Feel my love swell, I tell ya, girl I put ya body in a spell, oh yeahehyeah You know you can't deny my love Comin straight from above, like the one you can love So let's stop the talkin, baby (Come on) and let's get it on, lady, OHHHH! [Chorus] [Bridge: 6 Feet] You bring the joy to my heart, every night and day I can't hold back, my feelings, no longer, baby No time to play with your heart, no time to fool ya, baby Yes, I must admit, girl, my love's too big [Verse 3: Storm] Then you can ride with me, side-to-side Up and down, give this thug a try You and I in the moonlight, kill the lights Get'cha all night, I ain't shy, keep ya satisfied Make you scream like a night dream when it's right Make you cream, run up in you, numb your mind Keep you high like 6 Feet, there and me with a 9 and a big wig on his knees That's the way a thug keeps school, to clean you like a nigga wit his tight top and baggy jeans Your late-night fantasies, ????? help, boy, couldn't be No deep, and feel the way your body moves and grooves That lace play wit *?moans and canoes?* Cut your back cos you're all that Thug Baby with a arm full of girl tatts, now push that [Chorus] Can you feel it, baby? I wanna make love, ladies [repeat] [Chorus] |
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Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night (repeat 2X) Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Baby what's ya fantasy? Baby what's ya fantasy? [Daz] *rapping* You want your ass and your pussy chewed out But baby that ain't what I'm about Let me stick all this in your mouth Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that) Let you swim in, the sperm and no ? Throw that pussy into a bottle and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more [Storm] Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile Settle down, oh you wild child Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages So what you say nigga, come and play with me Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan A freaky ass nigga with a big thang Chorus 1/2 [Daz] Tell em Noble! [Young Noble] Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night Uh-huh, you know that ain't right You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE? Knock the tent from 11 to 3 We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike on any given night, makin sure she lick it right Up and down, side to side, all around in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin Double plastic for them double fat asses What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya.. Chorus [Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb [Storm] I got the bomb [Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy [Daz] Ooh, you got the bomb She got some bomb ass pussy Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again If you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip It was 2:13 I was in the mix Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this' She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this' So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch! [Napoleon] Follow me, and you'll watch me grow Even though we all know I don't love them hoes Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin all a young nigga want is ? [Young Noble] To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta brand new key to the telly make it slippery like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those That's what you get, pull your ears, ? Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch! Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya.. [Daz] *singing* Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Bitch what's ya fantasy? Bitch what's ya fantasy? Chorus [Daz] Let me tell you my fantasy You want a nigga to beat that pussy up You know you like that girl Stop faking like you don't like that Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick Up and down, side to side Lollipop, three wheel motion baby Let's get on the edge of the bed and let me show you how I hit the switch on that pussy! Up and down on that pussy! That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about Work that pussy Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy That pussy is mine, all mine all mine All mine all mine all mine all MINE! All mine all mine all mine *keep repeating 'all mine' to end* Pussy, turn it out some good pussy Good pussy |
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| 3:24 |
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| 4:40 |
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Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time How it start How it start ( 2Pac ) Started off with running from coppers duck and hide from helicopters We open fire who can stop us Living the life of trifle juveniles hoping for riches Getting twenty five to life if the judge dont like us In my clearest pictures I see authorities itching to get us ATF state feds scandolous bitches I wasn't promised to it Wasn't bitter or sweet See if a nigga dont hustle then a nigga dont eat On these streets living do or die circle complete Repetitive motions for felons in the rush for Gs Please understand my history a man of many hats Live a thug life coming equipped with plenty gats Maybe I was just a lost soul trapped in time Living in between life and the cracks we're blind Even though we had hopes for deams that never came Yet still we all feel pain Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Stranded in the county in the worst way Hell of a way to spend my 21st birthday Born in the ghetto as a street thug Its thug neighbourhoods and weed spots that we love (lost souls) (Words from the mind of a lost soul) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time ( Young Noble ) My brother Sean First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out would I be dead or alive He taught me the rules on much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to bust to keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober Prayin over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take them new One love for my crew ayyo this ones's for you ( 2Pac) R.I.P rest in piece to Mu's grandma Know what we gotta do babe - one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time One time - One time - One time ( Idi Amin ) I was born 22 years ago Yesterday but see I saw no reason for me to celebrate Let me demonstrate Entered the world through my poisonous womb Heroin being consumed already predicted my doom Soon To be one of the many misguided Always the first one on the block to be the tried it and liked it Lost before I had a chance to find my way Now I travel through life not knowing the time of day Grind for pay I'm on my way But dont know where imna end up I swear to god this is a set up And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul (Im a lost soul) ( 2Pac ) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time (Repeat X 8) To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Throw your hands up (Repeated X 4 until fade) |
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