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(feat. Shorty B & DJ Easy Dicc)
[Intro - DJ E-Z Dick] Here's a little somethin somethin to smoke to.. It's the DJ that's bringing you ain't nothing but guaranteed classic hits, on the station that's.. serving you something real nice..It's W-Balls and I am the DJ that's doing it to you one more time in yo earhole, DJ E-Z.. Dick [Verse 1 - Daz Dillinger] What up to all my G's and G'zets This right here gon be the sheiz-et Who got the west coast sound that your always wantin' Dogg Pound Gangstas, we still G-Funkin' Let me know a little somethin Cook up the bass now your trunk be subbin Ridin down your block through your ave License plates say Daz, 2005 tags In a Chevy Tahoes on them 23s From me to you, this is how we G's From Frisko, to Oakland, back to Sac and North Bridgemen Back to the P's where my boys be gettin' it Where them D's keep spinnin' where we smoke that bud Swervin' on 'em nigga like yo.. (whaddup cuzz!!) It's a hood thang, go and represent it and Diggy won't stop 'til the gangsta finish I'm a menace to the funkadelic.. Death rollin it up, then take a puff and inhail it.. [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die [Verse 2 - Daz Dillinger] Now what you hear is not a test.. We G-Funkin to the beat.. We got the west coast type of gangsta music.. That make ya, move your feet.. Now keep it G with the D-A-Z and when I'm in your town would you smoke for free? Learn D-P-G-C-ology and come on and get it, come ride with me and dip in the old school Chevy.. The price real heavy let me know when your ready It's all about the money, the scrilla, the fetti I'm in the Bay with Juli and in LA with Feli! and after the club it's the deli, I been known to bail it Wake up the next morning with biscuits and jelly Buy a quarter pound and I smoke with my friend 'cause for life, we gangstas, we settin a trend After I get fresh, I'm at it again 7 grams in the swish, I'm back in the wind.. [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die [Verse 3 - Daz Dillinger] I'ma give it up, to them dogg pound fans without y'all, I wouldn't be who I am For 13 years for the sweat and the tears Now I'm back with a new album to set the gear In a V12 rock the bells like LL I dream the well in a six when I fishscale I burn rubber with my bay area thugs Smokin on the catpis, that's all we smoke Ain't a joke, take ya stride and ride The realest nigga alive since 2pac died I prey on the weak and I stride on the strong From the eastside of the beach, where the G is strong I still got it going on, girls on my line and I won't waste yours, you don't waste mine I'm a hustler, gangsta, pimp and all that And when I'm actin' rappin my pockets so fat! [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die |
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(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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| 0:55 |
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| 4:14 |
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| 9. |
| 4:18 |
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[Chorus]
My mama tell me all the time I'm a be something I'm still a nigga till I die, What with heat bustin They'll never take me alive I'm a survivor makin'something from nothing My mama told me I'm a be something (And I believe her) My mama told me I'm a be something I'm still a nigga till I die, What with heat bustin They'll never take me alive I'm a survivor makin'nothing from something My mama told me I'm a be something (And I believe her) [Verse 1] A fist a wall tell my knuckles bleeding Back over beefs, I'm screaming DOGG POUND GANGSTA I'm fucked up from all the shit I'm drinking Why I'm so deep, I remember I was a sack of semen Know I'm 31, living the life that most niggas be dreamin A nigga gotta hustle, stuck on what I believe in Never take a punch and think that we even Cuz the type of shit I'm on, it's some get back Cuz I won't get it, Long as I'm breathin I'll think that's a good enough reason I asks my mom all the time why god made it so hard? For a nigga to make a living from breaking a law I can't wait for six months without takin my job, Back on my rear, they pull me over and now they take my car (Mama Said that I'd be something) And I believe her When my album hit the streets I'm strapped with four heaters And I clutch peers, my heaters don't move for nothin I'm tuckin, I'm clutchin, I'm bustin niggas who know me [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm a survivor, I'm like the Eskimo in the North Pole My blood line can adapt to the cold You can lock me, the jail closed I close my eyes and visualize in my mind and think I was home I've been preached to all my life, I can think on my own Cuz my mind's deep into their minds, so leave it alone I'm entrapted with slurs and dread lines, runnin deep through my soul Who knows? sometimes I made peace with my foes I've been so deep into thought, that I bleed from my nose I walk the streets with the heat, blastin pebbles and stones I shed a bloody tear, for my thugs on top and bottom tier In the streets motherfucker who should I fear? My heart is beatin, I'm breathin, dealin, with viscous heathen Im off the leash, and the pizza nigga stop me from eatin Lessons are being learned, I'm wide awake, I feel like I'm dreamin Chapow motherfucker! I think we even [Chorus] [Verse 3] Keep my head above the water, let me talk to my lawyer Facing cases of perpetration with a white mask on my face like Jason Patiently waitin for this women and this women said there's no where to turn So I smoke and I drink gin For the judge that sentence me, nigga fuck you Your the reason why my niggas turn to thugs too Your the reason why my race in jail, with nothin to run to Your the reason why we payin' our guns too Ugh, increase the smoke, and pull the liquor, All the earth visualize what it's worth I walk the streets fly cousin, ridin' to die cousin My nine will determine if I die, run and die, gunnin Never seen death cousin? Your fuckin niggas bluffin I park around with a nine shell in my stomach Always do to die, be something, you know I keep bustin with D-A-Z motherfucker [Chorus] |
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| 4:16 |
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| 11. |
| 4:33 |
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| 12. |
| 4:06 |
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| 13. |
| 4:11 |
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| 4:22 |
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| 15. |
| 4:49 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 17. |
| 3:49 |
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| 18. |
| 4:15 |
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| 19. |
| 2:01 |
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