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(feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin & Prince Ital Joe)
Ahh shit! [Prince Ital] Yeh Everywhere I go Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen? I haffa watch my back Too much crack seen? Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area [Daz Dillinger] I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's 6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's Perfectedly innovated to all my homies Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin Chorus: repeat 2X It's some gangsta shit, that's going down Homicide, straight murder/homicide It's some gangsta shit, here in this town Straight murder/[blank] [Daz Dillinger] Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy Now the only sound in the town is gunfire Going down I sport the crown I give it up on motherfuckers when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back Post up early on the attack Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged him cause he violated the rule of the streets Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker? Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin Chorus Check it out [Kurupt the Kingpin] I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder Am I the only motherfucker ridin? Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent I got the big homey Ty money worldwide from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y. I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble We straight gangsta shit [Prince Ital] That's right We dat live by de knife will die by de knife You betta try save your life On your life dere might be a oversight Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride DPG gangstaz they nah make you try We got keep every stone you keep in your life, you betta don't feel strife We dat live by de knife will die by de knife You betta try save your life Oh lawd, oh lawd Homicide it's a homicide Oh lawd, oh lawd Murderah it's a murderah Oh lawd [Daz Dillinger] We're in this motherfucker Yo Daz! OHHH SHIT! *car crashes* Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker Nigga the cops comin nigga! |
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| 3. |
| 4:45 |
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[daz spoken]
Shhhh You know what I'm saying Just ballin on their ass They don't understand this shit You know what I'm saying You know what I'm saying From vallejo to the beach gotta keep stacking them chips [daz] Who could do it like I do it in and out about our paper Cash longer than skyscrapers Big bank take little bank I bet a million to the fader Creative illustrator True indeed dominator Ain't none greater Chill a bong with the boss players From vallejo me and my homey be chillin' stacking g's upon the table Rattle they brain with hurricane Have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange 2 boss players straight running thangs [b-legit] I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano we mashin' We tryin' to do it right but now tonight they flashin' My nigga d-shot he be known for blastin' And e is much worse 'cause he first to burst If shit get started it's gon' get retarded Can't dance with these niggaz 'cause they hogg hearted It's just a little somethin' thought I let y'all know 'bout my players, my partners, my folks My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna [daz] Bouncin' in a benz 600 on rims Rollin' up ounces with my friends Countin my ends 10s and 20s with thousands with millions just to spend Have enough to do whatever Dat nigga deatrow and ever We run out of chronic, shrooms and drank nigga never Catch me ballin' in the california sunny weather Get my cash and I be a go getter B-legit and dat nigga daz trend setters [b-legit] I'm in and out these screws Make moves like the mailman If I can't get 'em wet I bet this long ass dick can (biatch) I know I'm felt but tonight I'm off guerilla milk Drink and blunts watch ho's pull super stunts For months I be living like a rap steezy See with my dudes perkin' off the heezy B-legezee with data nigga daz dezee My playa pezee The bay to the l-b-cezee My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna [daz] (b-legit check it out) I'm only in it just to get mine For every quarter fifty cent piece and every dime Grew up in a city where it was all about crime Swerve the block clownin' bitches in my drop top Playa muthafuckas always want to cock block It ain't a thang all they want to do is watch a jock Blaze a cigarette and feel the breeze of the bay Everyday and all day this way Break way playa hatas here I come Strapped with game, niggaz and guns In case you wanna trip I ain't the one Leave yo' baby mama srpung off dick Let her know what's happening with this niggaz trick bitch Switch the game from high to low Dip inside the pussy slow to let you know This how the program flow B-legit and dat nigga daz trick ho My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna My playa patna My patna playa My playa patna [daz spoken] I'm talk all that shit You know what I'm sayin We only stickin dick Ridin in cadillacs, impalas, lexus's, benz's all kind of shit bitch What the fuck you got And all we ever gonna do is play on Like a balla these boss playas |
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| 4. |
| 5:05 |
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(feat. Too Short)
[Intro: Daz & (Soopafly)] Man, Soopafly, how you feel about these bitches? (Fuck 'em) You know what I'm saying?... But the pussy is good (Yeah, it is nice) Heh heh heh [Chorus] I said - I said - I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you *over chorus* [Girl] Daz, I'm glad you broke up with that bitch Yeah, I know what time it is [Daz] You in love with me?! [Girl] Yeah baby, I'm in love with you [Daz] Check it out, baby [Girl] What's up? [Daz] I'm about clockin' dollars... [Girl] Hey, give me some [Daz] Handlin' my business and (hey, nigga) kickin' hoes to the curb (break that bitch) after I get my thang and that's right [Girl] I know that's right, right, right, right [Daz Dillinger] Woke up one bright morning out some bomb ass cock Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot Freaked the girl named Tameka, made my bass thump deeper My girl huntin' me down, paged a nigga on my beeper As I continue to adjust the amps and bust the speaker My girl paged again, and again, and again As I'm diggin' out her mother's best friend Askin' 'bout my kids, say they gettin' big As we moan and dig Fucked another - she was kinda thick but kinda slim Freaky little thang named Kim Askin' when we gon' engage in bomb sex again I'm askin' her "when you gon' give me bomb head again?" I mean she took me to her houseW orked a nigga straight, turned him out Wanna know the freaky thangs that you talk about I really wanna make it rough, make it soft, no doubt If you wanna fuck, then we can turn it out You in love [Chorus] *over chorus* (Baby, I want you to fuck my homegirl Baby, you like the way I suck your dick, don't you OOoohhh, you love the way I lick your balls) [Daz Dillinger] Told Miss Harris it was too late to stop and too late to quit I was lovin' that pussy while she was lovin' this dick I was shovin' it in her while she was yellin' don't quit I was diggin' her out, while I was suckin' her tits She said - "Let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience That's very diff-er-ent, that's so magnificent" She had a bad bad bitch named Spearamint Thought she was the gum the way the bitch hummed Let's get freaky tonight, let's get rolled Let's get high as a kite, ya know Baby gave a show, true indeed, the way she ate a niggaz dick I knew she was a pro, I knew she was a pro I had a young tender that I'll always remember Named Dana, needed dick just to tame her Every two months. I'd telephone her ringer, just to bone To come over at night when her man ain't home I keep the weed just to keep her stoned, huh And I'd fuck and be out 'fore dawn, huh I gotta page from another homegirl named Shy Baby loved to lick her tongue, holla, holla, an' give me some Daz make a bitch cum like never before Do it fast, do it slow - fuck me like you want it Hittin' every little organ by her stomach Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'... [Daz talking] And you know, sometimes the pussy still be callin' my name And the pussy be like - ("Ooo Daz, keep me cummin'") And I respond to the pussy like - "What's happenin'" And you know Too $hort that's some real player shit [Too $hort] Nigga Daz is a real player [Daz] It's all the way hot [Too $hort] $hort Dog's in the house [Daz] Shit [Too $hort] Oh, you know I know these hoes [Daz] And you know that [Too $hort] I can't fuck with you, I need a bitch like Tracy Got a good job, when she walks in the place, she - Gets respect with them big-ass tits She ain't no first date dick suckin' tramp ass bitch I pick the winners, never get the wrong ones Check me right now, I got a pocket full of phone numbers She said "You wanna be a player all yo' life? You'll never get a woman you can call your wife" You see, Tracy got it going on, see her try to get wit' me Her sister got my beeper number, keeps on hittin' me Think I fucked her twice, long time ago But now I like Tracy and she won't let go I know a trick ass nigga might think it's scary Will it come back on him if he gets married I don't give a fuck about bitches in the past Cause if I put it down, I'ma make the shit last And get the cash, bitches always talkin' that love shit No, it ain't happ'nin', tell me what's up bitch Actin' like Michelle when I told her I missed her She said I love you right after I kissed her What she wanna say that for? - Not today Niggaz like us, you know we stuck in our ways Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money Had a little freak by the name of Laid Lonnie I live by the game, that's what I'm all about The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out Think I'm supposed to pay, cause I got ends I said "Fuck you bitch, and all your friends" That's an everyday scenario, now here you go Tryin' to be good to me, I can't feel it though My old school tramp sucked a damn good dick I tried to turn the bitch out, she couldn't handle it Trick beotch! [Daz] C'mon, trick beotch [Too $hort] Trick beotch! [Daz] Trick beotch [Daz] Now you done fucked me You done fucked Too $hort Done fucked my cousin Done fucked Nate Shit, huh, just done fucked everybody It might sound crazy [answering machine (ladies voice)] Just leave a personalized message for me. Were you talking to me? Do you be thinkin' 'bout me, huh? Baby. Do you be thinkin' 'bout me? [Daz] Shit, how this bitch gon' call me, Soopafly And she just sucked a homeboy's dick Bitch |
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(feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin & Prince Ital Joe)
Prince Ital Joe (Daz): Yeah, Death Row (give it up, one time) Yes, to the man sing them all beats they're crucial (give it up) Dogg Pound (???) Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt Shoot first and ask questions later The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it... Daz: Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes The price, nigga, is keep striving for more I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic semi-tech Now the whole shit is respected Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh You're trying to catch a check you can't cash I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim After the kill, it's remains the same The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG) The conversation ain't much, now what up? You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat Kurupt: I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed It's the DPG, the gangsters on the TV Completely, you can't defeat, delete species That fool over there is out of his nest He's off the hood with techs and vests Dumping on different sets (who's that man?) D-A-Z's my nigga If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my nigga The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's up?) I'm all about dropping bombs And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot 'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched You're caught up like being in court, fighting the wars Now I pause to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine) Our force is not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!) Willingly we survived, willingly we strived We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your organization Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like that... Prince Ital Joe: Yeah, Tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto 'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky We won't ever, never give up the fight, see We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle The struggle to survive, and to live good To bring food on the table for our families, see Tell Babylon that we have hope Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey We believe that we are true Africans And we handle (???) in this life We won't kill our brothers no more Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun 'Cause when we do we see their blood run And it's not a pretty sight So we don't love the parasites of this world Sucking the blood of the sufferers Yeah! |
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| 5:06 |
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In California [Repeat: x4]
Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard Daz Dillinger and the Gang Who can blast and gangbang Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut You slept game on those who act lame See ain't a damn thing changed You know I ride the neighborhood slow Floss on you and let the weed blow True indeed I'm havin' a ball Pick up the phone and give my homies a call What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?) Livin' in the city where we born to ball Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight What a pity what a sight And hella Chronic all damn night Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high Pull outta state enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber Pump up the jam for the summer Gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer Kinda make you wanna sit back and wonder [Chorus] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods And nigga get shot oh who they thought you was The home of the cities of the gangsters and bud Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was Ooh damn back by a popular demand Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high Say the wrong thing get right Prepare in effect homies are prepared everywhere Causin' ruckus all bein' fair Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone Be by myself in a place that I call home Check it out peep out the scenery Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around Lay 'em all down homies be frontin' for they town Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin' California's the state where we be dumpin' what! [Chorus] Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round Who come around get destroyed off contact Realize and understand homey you don't want that Check it out let's engage in military actin' Women dope and drama keep me yackin' Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin' Them beats and that bullsh you yappin' I'm about all busy boggin' and cappin' Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya Tattooein' y'all with razors Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him Now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater Back on the spot feelin' high Watchin' as the cops pass by Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin' Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand A why can't control the whole scene Watch it unfold get scold get blown away Any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come and hear me Damn you get bruised battered & slammed Niggas try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4:54 |
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Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound, Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein You know bitch, the whole muthafuckin' clique We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from Death row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on The West-side nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought you the blue steel Cowards hit the panic button Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don With the semi auto fracture your torso to ya spine The back cracker smack you with My verbals and graphic grammar My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama Get touched by my arm and hammer All across the planet niggas crumble like granite From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic, probable 'cause to get hit shit Niggas best get physically and mentally fit Show ya hoe, I ignore for real and I can tell On the DL, I got an Indecent Proposal for her (Biotch) Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the horror Escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya Get rocked by my midnight glock Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the Nicki Scarful comin' through the bus death Spreads through camps like Parvul Young Gotti Kurupt and C with the dope and the green weed Indeed I'm out to get high and supply what you need? Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail, what you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell (Ay get yo hand out my pocket, nigga) I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg Martin You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job dirty Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless I don't like movies, so I hit up the box office You the softest, I'm takin' ya honies, they telly pieces Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we strong people More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit For real bitch the steel clique, I bill with menaces Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis Stupid muthafuckas outlaw immortal bitch Dogg Pound Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit You stupid muthafuckas don't get me Now, take a look inside my mind That pen' time made me rise but still I rise 'Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like land mines Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes I'm Makaveli, the Don, is what they tell me I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs Get in that ass like a thong, picture a felon in ya presence Takin' bustas back to the Essence Tellin' my people peep my lethal message Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow You can't fight it nigga let go, witness the sound made Ya bitch ass bow down to death row Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought it's three nights I put the game down first put my niggas up on it Now we 'Amerikaz Most Wanted' feel that Since my only fear of death is Mama cryin' for help And OG Daddy wanna ride when I know He ain't got shit else, since I'm his only soldier Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw (Ay K) I'll be forgotten for sho, plus, this Thug Life it got me livin' Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck Why they dangling, baby, all on my nuts? I be singling fingering bitches to fuck Bitches is wild niggas is lame I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw Initiated as an outlaw, ha, ha, ha, ha (Yeah, muthafucka) Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep Enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me I got to 'complish a goal, I'm out seekin' gold Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough and raw Never fell to my knees for shit 'cause I demand shit With this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup? In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup? Beside all being, now tell me where ya comin' from That ain't where I see thangs and nigga what's the outcome For so many days and so many ways we been duckin' strays They delivers but still we some bad boy killers Hold the scrillas, I dump in you niggas' livers Then watch ya body shiver and ya mama quiver From the way you just got lit up Hit up the West-side on my way out Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on From Makaveli's first day out, now y'all gettin' played out And laid out for public display on this day Y'all niggas is history 'cause the whole crew is bitch to me Listen to me, Idi, how many of y'all can see me? 'Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC Believe me 'cause although now, I'm just a young stolider I'm soon to be a gun holder, initiate to the clique With a left to my lip, now the fight's over |
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| 8. |
| 4:51 |
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Oh no! murder, murder, murder
Busting at these niggas who claim to be hard Murder, murder, murder Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard Pulling your motherfucker's cords Me, we're going back for you to say that Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at I'm in long beach, where the gang bangers hang at Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain Bang on niggas for a living, busting upon the selling corners We on 'em just for twelve figures Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer [Chorus: x2] Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns Glocks are popping off like turbo Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit Money busters lyrically in motion About to whip a ? the east side coast and I'm the one they love to hate with a passion I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening? " My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all It's critical, I'm thinking of a master plan Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions Listen, money on a dirt mission Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon [Chorus: x2] Watch out, here I come Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn Homeboy, ring the alarm It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula And every nigga that I know in californ-I-a Dat nigga daz will come out and play Busting on niggas with an ak So any given day you want some Come and get some, you don't want none Why do we bang? Why do we bang for a living? we just don't know Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggas on an open platter Yeah, ha ha Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down? You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone I hate fake take away motherfuckers I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper And bang us mobsters, while claiming oscars While most niggas froze, they control their coast They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come But I'm a stay off one, liable to spray off some Ammunition, I handle missions one on one Niggas, come on, come and get their ? done I'm the cannibal, the Hannibal lector of rap A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change [Chorus: x2] Oh no |
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| 4:39 |
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(Daz talking)
I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy, Get your sharp sticks! We're going to la la land (hahaha)we're going to the moon We're going to serve these motherfuckers tonight Boy you got your shit? Bitch Ass Nigga! You want static!? Yo! Go get the homeboys! We got a meeting at the park, don't be late! They say the streets ain't safe no more For us youngsters, Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply Many hood stories told, we analyze See we bang for this colour and only this colour Kill any colour, that ain't our colour Get it in your head what's done what's done said Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead I can't forget you homie Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony My heart flooded with anger Deep inside, but who cares Life is dead, we banging like soldiers So beware if you scared Then we torture the ???? For what the fuck you done done Jump across these niggas so now the war is on We rob, strapped busting until they all drop Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block So keep your glock clocked sucker! For when I come through Dump around something now your homies is nothing 20 seconds til death, Weed, alcohol on my breath You looking for your fucking homies Ain't none left! Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel When the cops drive by suddenly And they was out to kill (Daz talking) Yeah, tell your homeboy that! Dead on sight! Everytime we see y'all bitch ass Now I'm shot! Barely made it! Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related Now what's next for us, we load up But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck! (Daz talking) Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do So intoxicate your mind to something new Always remeber Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back I'm in the world on my own I will roam I gotta stay strong My motto "You fuck with us, you fucking get domed" Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us Retaliation and get back this time just to face it We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep Blowing niggas ???? hollering East side! Long Beach!! My feud ain't with them other niggas! It's with you Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do? Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching Reaching to our destination so we can kick it Nobody knows and we won't get caught Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block I thought you knew! But now you know! Don't ever ever come around no more! And why's that? And why not? Cause it's my money and I mash for my block! (yelling and swearing) The gang! Daz Dillenger! Taking all y'all bitch ass niggas the fuck out! You better watch out! Cuz here we come, come, We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha We ain't finshed finished We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha Before the automatic hitsya hitsya We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha |
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| 10. |
| 4:39 |
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[Featuring Nate Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg] Snoop (Daz): Yeah what I'ma do right here is take my time and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace and my niggas behind the wall. See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe) So drip with me as I go down memory lane. Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener (1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor). I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed. But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang, ('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang). I bring you the motherfucking .38, (just get the MC and the homie Nate). So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide, as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side). Nate (Daz): Do you remember back on the East Side? Where all us niggas used to love to ride. We didn't care what we did, time was nothing to us we were just kids. Times are different now, but you still get stuck, I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck. So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me, keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G. Snoop: Lets speed the clock up and pass some time, June 17th, 1979. That's my first time being arrested, I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit. I learned than from the G's, a G is an overseer, the overseer sees. More than you do 'cause he gets experienced, and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent. So I was gone, and I'm on my way home, my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (?). She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done, she said: ""playing football should be your only fun son"". I'm like ""allright"" so we enter the house, come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth. I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch, I looked at my momma and said: ""damn, why you snitch?"" They put me on punishment but that didn't work, now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt. And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides, I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time. Nate: My homie told me one day he had a jack move, he said: ""come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth"". I agreed and said ""come on, let's go and jack them fools"", next day we were draped in the county blues. I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years), saying to myself ""I'll never fuck with that nigga again"". 'fore I'm locked down I learned to be what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G. Original gangsta Daz: I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials, never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile. You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G., beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers. The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me. Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more. Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door, to let you know we can't take no more. Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends, and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost. Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair, and ask myself: ""who the fuck should I really fear?"". I ran around with the best killers, thug criminals and drug dealers. Blasting niggas if they come near us, (?) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could. Knock on wood for good luck, serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck. Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack, a grown child laying niggas the fuck down. Nate (Daz): Original gangsta (original gangsta), coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me). Coming from the East Side... You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please, C-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times] shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z, shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G, shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P, shout outs to my niggas C, Style and me. Snoop (Nate): Yeah, straight up, based on a true story. you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta) You trick ass bitch! |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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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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| 12. |
| 5:47 |
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(feat. Big Pimpin & Lady 'V')
Daz: You know what I'm saying? I wish I had her back, you know what I'm saying? But it's all good baby, you lose some, you gain some But I don't wanna gain no more, you know what I'm saying? I'm chilling right now, you know what I'm saying? Shh... damn Lady "V": There are some times, when I am bad Then there are times, when I am glad Then there are times, when I am down Through all these times, you've been around For the time is now, that I finally see, what your love really means Never again, will I ever be the same Seasons change, feelings change too, but it don't mean I change for you Chorus: Only for you Only for you Only for you I do what I do Only for you That's why I'll do the things I do Only for you Daz: I met a woman plus a lady that was sweet and unique She was no trick or no tramp, she was no freak of the street I was amazed, looks and attitude, I spoke of gratitude She wasn't stuck up and rude, and we became cool From then on we learnt as friends, as lovers You could be my girl, I'd be your man just forever Baby was butter, the bomb shit, tight shit on I was the king of the castle, she was the queen on my throne Stoned and bombed out, 24-7 all day If you can handle it baby to come around my way I get the digits, I'll give you a call later on Your answering machine, come on, I leave a message on your phone I'll ring you later, I hope you'll get the message, baby page me As the days go by, I hope that you can be my lady Am I crazy for pursuing the woman that's bad In my heart I feel lonely and sad, and it's only for you Chorus When we make love, every moment is felt, we get it on Like Marvin Gaye, I'm digging deep and beyond Until the break of dawn I treat you like you wanna be, good I'll pick you up in five seconds, I'll be there in your hood Get it girl, let me see me cold rock your world You got no time for the games, I feel the same baby girl Your homies and homegirls probably went playa hating But it's all cool, I'll keep the real from the fake You'll be eating lobsters and steak, shrimps as big as the plate We're in the gangsta paradise, coke and weed me all night So make the greatest moments happen when it's me and you alone Take the receiver of the telephone, you ain't home, huh It ain't no problems, ain't no big fall out No (???) on this relationship, so figure it out Chorus Big Pimpin: She comes on like my girl goes No (???) looking welfare, and mentally half here Travelling in directions which haven't been traveled by a woman before She's a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good She dances to her heritage to shake herself free She inspires us, the chains break And wipes the sweat from her independent dignity with grace She is a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good They say that the queen of (???) was bad, but then I look up at you, and I say "well, what about you? you're a bad woman too" They say that men would drink out of Marilyn Monroe's toast As well as if she was an (???), But not as beautiful as we thought she was Because she was a bad woman too, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good Yeah you're a bad woman, meaning beautiful, wonderful and good Chorus Only for you I'll do the things that I do Daz: Yeah baby, love Daz forever. Beeeitch!! |
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| 4:44 |
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| 4:43 |
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(feat. MC Eight & Bad Ass)
Yeah, what's up nigga? Turn it down nigga, what's going on over there, nigga? Damn, that looks like the homeboy (what?) That nigga's grabbing! Oh shit, there's probably some crazy shit going down in the hood Fuck what these niggaz are doing, get that thing man! What's up nigga? That's my spot, I'm taking over the spot *gunshot* Lay down nigga, Watch out! I'ma tie these niggaz up, Bad A$$ on the ride nigga, that's right Funny ass niggaz, yeah, uh huh. Bitch ass niggaz Daz: I see my niggaz on the corner to the 25 deep All hustlers, all killers, all raised in the street Make sure my heat is in my stash spot Gotta watch for my homies and feening for my stacks of rocks Watch out for these shells and undercovers (why?) They're out to get a motherfucker Stop this gangbanging and cocaine, it's some motherfuckers Niggaz run up if you want two and watch you get floored Get my pistol because I just can't take no more I get the gun and then get to running, just like bitches Bail out before the cops come, I can't go to prison Still dealing and wheeling, on the curb I smoke earth Hitting California, nigga, 'cause you heard the word It's going down, enemy alert so get your weapon Blast three people, step and gunning for more and keep on bailing (say what?) Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner (yeah) Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Try to sell your dope and you might be a goner Bad A$$: I don't fuck with no beats that don't bump, so sounds echo Let you stand in my shoes, I loose, so I don't let go Check yo bitch, not the pimp, niggaz gained and slipped Way below the smarts and just free slaves if you'se a mark Might be mad, but nigga, just be hate And let the heaven send riders ride, because it's the end Beg forgiveness for all your sins, and hope he lets us in Until then, live your life to fullest man, get your issues Snatch money, catch money, attach the money Keep 'em with your fishes, riches Laying up with bitches holds a nigga back Greedy assholes only wanna hold a nigga's stack You'll fall, sure, bounce back, hit a jack, get a sack Told the corner I used to work on "I'm back" For you can slang out your sack, and get away and feel right Black and white, crack down them sirens and lights... Daz: But all night we get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up It's slanging and banging upon my corner Wear the wrong type of colors and you might be a goner, nigga MC Eiht: Get in where I fit in, like Too $hort Dip in, in a (???) Six Black Supersport Automatic nines I took, Colombian neck tie Whatever's the death threat, it's still do or die Don't ask why, sipping on (???) For Christie, you catching the blues like Misty Me and my nigga Daz for the cash to any degree Chase to, not the molester, the one who gets the cheese Got it coming from oversees Blunt your whole neighborhood, so nigga please Better be nervous 'cause my finger's ready to squeeze, and that's no joke Gang of cash in my stash, with bitches to poke No one can do it better (no one can do it better), haha Your chest is getting wetter (your chest is getting wetter) I be the piper, run all the reps out of town The spot's taking over, click click, nice to know ya (for sure) Daz: We get down, get in, get up Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Get down, get in, get up Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah) It's slanging and banging upon my corner (right) Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Daz, Bad A$$, MC Eiht: Chop it up nigga, yeah Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto (West Side) If you're out there selling your shit (yeah), stand up Get your rifle nigga, get your money nigga Get your money nigga, lay low, lay low Lay low nigga (that's right) I gives a fuck, I don't give a fuck, let's ride Yeah (West Side), I don't give a fuck Yeah, we don't give a fuck My nigga Daz in the house, Eiht in the house, yeah |
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| 3:07 |
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Daz:
Yeah, right about now me myself, daz dillinger, along with the gang, Mister tray deee, mister bad bad carabino, and soopafly the high priest, Ah, letting you know that this gang banging is serious business. So thank God for your lifes, and keep on striving and struggling. I thank God for my life, What I wanted y'all to do is live right. You pray for me, I pray for you, 'cause together we can get it, what else can we do? I thank God for my life... (and that's real) Tray deee: So you think drinking and chilling, big willing and dealing, Is the life for the righteous 'cause it's so appealing. Dealing, stealing and killing is the way to succeed, So you're illing and willing to take whatever you need. You're the villain indeed but you pleed your innocence, Say that in society you gotta be militant. It's (? ? ) and (? ? ) just for too damn long, You need to get in business, sing a new damn song. Like (? ? ) and (? ? ) as you learn to leave, So you should learn to give, that's how you earn your deeds. Big pimpin: Tray deee, I gotta tell the truth: never cherish the day, Till I open up my eyes and discover the ways. This life is hard, treats you cold, plus life don't last, And plus we're dying fast and plus these fools is blasting. Yo grace is what I'm asking for, It's no chilling when that man in black is at my door. I thought I'd seen him a couple of times before, Ran back the other way, took off course and forced to cherish the day. Bad a$$: God help us out here, we're falling down And everything that we did build is falling down. I'm calling out 'cause you can help us if you touch us, And we need you, why we're bleeding. Any second we can meet you, lifestyles of earth mislead you. Have mercy on my soul, please lay me down easy, God watches, and he knows the life we live ain't easy. At least try to live right, 'cause life ain't long, And ain't nothing like living life all day long. Mister bad is all good like the songs we sing, I simply gotta thank God for the life I live. Daz: You never know what's going on in this world, Thank God I'm just still in this world. We're in the streets everyday, that's where we live, We was thaught to perceive and to give. Don't be stingy, give a little 'cause I do, Don't be fake and be yourself to stay true. When you see me in the streets oh get me, Don't play hate and dump at me. Don't be sad homie, only be happy. I sing this song to the streets with the gang, Gotta live a uncut to the streets, daz dillinger. Will our struggle ever be over? from the wrath of the street, I pray for you, let's pray for me, let's keep it real, peace. And there you have it, A little something from the gang and daz dillinger. Letting you know that life is real serious, And the situation at hand is a real situation. So think... |
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