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[Time Bomb] I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H Still hit em up with that E-A, G-A to N-G-S-T-A So fuck them them other N-I- double G-A-S Hate the popos and kill the T-A Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary jane and some loop while we swangs in the coupe Im addicting to macking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes LA's Finest and LA's behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's still twisting, low low's still hopping Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be Ride with me [Butch Cassidy Chorus] Let's All Roll, throw it up if you with me Im so cold, who am but staying G The Dogg Pound stays the learn all yall heard Please date me when stick before you get serve [Slip Capone] You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang It's just an gangsta thang Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip Im the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip I used bump brother with the gangsta nip Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip Gangstas smoke shroom and gangsta rock perms Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls Gangsta's going take over the world Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail Gangsta's goin stay on top Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll [Butch Cassidy Chorus] [Jayo Felony] My nigga slip is an gangsta Cuz im an hoodster, an hood star Im taking the hood far The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags I heard and seen it all and im hoping you fall Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball Im still striving, yea ya word is about what im driving Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room If you cant to that nigga give me room Had an courney 89', but your bitch made me mine See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind For mine I did the crime, had to run one time And you take my dick in your mouth in one time I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver While I rich roll on the river [Knoc-Turn'al] Caught up in the land of hard time Back off mine, im mad im pushing an hard line An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes I hardly pay attention to rap My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch aint no crime Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine March and start to take mine Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine Knoc-turn'al comes through overtime When I die build me an shrine All is all is getting in my mind I aint begun to speak yet, until that time [Butch Cassidy] Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold Let's throw it up, throw it up Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold |
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(Kurupt)
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear Switches couldn't swith Like these switches a day Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways That they ears and chairs, dis on this years Cokes drippin' off juice and gins As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax Trumpet to trombone... Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock Pull up at the spot, in a drop top Gettin' what I got, I just (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... No time fo' da game, I do it my way (DJ Quik) Kurupt, what up (Kurupt) I'ma drop 'til it's clear And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto" Dippin' through, comin' like ay! Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S It's the prince of the West I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much I ain't even really trippin' It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty With the skirts from Tahiti Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe Dump fossils, colossal, I (Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)) Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... (Just don't stop) Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... (Bounce them switches) Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... ('Cause I'ma bust all day) No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah) (DJ Quik) Yes 1, 2, fuck wit my crew And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue 3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back In a bun lookin' fun Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy Brought to you by way or two buns We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes Get out! yeah! look here! We started this pussy shit, no shit And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon (Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy) Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... No time fo' da game, I do it my way (Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit) Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite (Xzibit scrieking) |
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Intro:
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick Verse One: Nate Dogg When I met you last night baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for ya lady But now I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And ya even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call Next time I'm feelin kinda horny You can come on over, and I'll break you off And if you can't fuck, that day, baby Just lay back, and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world Verse Two: Kurupt Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin I learned in the pound so how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch! Chorus: (repeat 4X) It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg Guess who back in the motherfuckin house With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggaz do too Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it Cause you know I don't love em Verse Four: Warren G Whoa! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the btiches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on back So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get off your knees and then start jugglin these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout Whoo! Chorus |
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Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sackDon't wanna fuck with me(Dogg Pound gangstaz)We do it like thatMotherfuckers out there be like, takin' our stylesBe trying to do they own little dissingBut they can't do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like thisSit back relax and get a cool oneHave you ever heard of a slughter? I oughta start dippin'Sippin' on that S T get's me to trippin'I don't slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gangIt's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.CYou wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 timesLike a hollow point headed for your domeTake a couple of steps, turn around and it's onCouldn't withstand the murderous mentalI subdue and then take two to your templeWhen I cause holocoust from what's spittin'Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'Look, this is how it's done nigga(One, two, three)I grab my strap, you best run niggaI gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the clickLittlest G, with the biggest dickShit, a motherfucker betta recognizeWith a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all dieI snack on motherfuckers like a boneKnown to be the shit upon the microphoneEver since I was bown, not to ever love a bitchLearned game after game, that's why we are the bestMotherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minuteBut soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shittedNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseBitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my payEvery single day in the LBCCruisin' through the East side, me and Lil' StyleWhen I back up a green six-fo' bustin' free stylesThere's no escape, give me the papes and the tape caseHow much money can a nigga make in one place?The review, ain't shit newYou stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit' my crewI see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folkGet so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the leastI see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East CoastAnd the question is askedDo you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga DazI'll be the first one to him 'emOh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him'cause I'm a natural born killerAnd I steal a half, motherfucker 'cause it's like thatNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewThere's so many motherfuckers that I can includeWhose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feudIt doesn't make a difference 'cause it's aboutWho's the quickest on the draw to end all existenceFor instance, let's take these Ruthless foolsThese Ruthless fools and the Pound in one roomAssume, it's only for conversation, so let'sConversate slip a nigga the .38 then dipEmpty out the clipMind on stead-trip, 'cause niggaz talk shitNow if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga diedWould the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go popNow drop, to your kneesAnd picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin' in the breeze(Flowin')Now what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseFrom the twitch of the eyesYou can see the line, just know it when you see it'cause it messes up the flow to the real fillings why'knowAnd I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wineCan you feel yourself in the room with EverlastTrying to steal a flow, I don't think soCock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousyIn the way like a stray dogTrying to climb, every bitch on his armCock-blockers, come in every colorEven blue, now this is trueTrying to fuck your woman and even youNow what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?What would you do? MmmWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do?If you could get with me and my crewThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Why don't you tell me what?Tell me what you would do if you could get withThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Me and my crew, with me and my crewWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do, if you could get with my crew?What would you, what would you doIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?If you get caught with your pants down?
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By AXLEROD, DAVID/YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL/BRADFORD, MELVIN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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We'll like to welcome y'all back to the club I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah! Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook For ladies night, ya dig, everynight Right now, we would like to bring something very special for you Check it out [Nate Dogg] Oooooooooooooooh I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine Thats the kind of girl I wanna play with tonight I wanna do some nasty thangs, wanna make her scream my name I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime Put her on platinum chains, got her own cash and things I like them girls, their sassy ways, sassy ways Oh I like them girls, man I could stay there for days Ooooooooooooooooh [Snoop Dogg] Why you so cute, why you so big Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy You can spend the night, we at the Elroy Doing things that we shouldn't, couldn't Girl you got that good chocolate pudding The best in hood, whats goodin' She got the wizard of west wood, like old John Wooding But how could I need that I'm looking for feedback, because I can't believe that I fell into a little tree sap I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug She was less than a duece, I'm telling the truth Confessing with you, I'm just messing with you Because on the real baby girl, you put in the S in Snoop [Warren G] See I rock baby, nonstop baby Warren G baby, shake that thang lady I see you picky lady, you be tweaking lady Pulling that '38 snub out your stock end baby You put the G in the dub, we hot fuckin' in the tub I ain't trippin' off baby, so why you trippin' off cuz I'm trying to get my money right So you could kick it with baby, but get your mind right What the fuck is up, you messing with a G Warren to the L to the B and the C Regulate get cocked and be original The game don't wait for female individuals So what you saying, you trippin' off my homeboy We ride like that, you know what I'm sayin' Hey baby, just take the grabic |
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Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies With a pocket full of cookies and mashin to the backyard boogie Get yo' boogie on And then we comin wit that Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) Backyard boogie oogie oogie Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky Representin where you from cause it's West till I die Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf So I bails in the party, everythang is cool It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin (Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday And we comin with that) Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook And everybody left with the whole hustla bang and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang You choose or you lose while you conversatin enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin I want homegirl over there in red cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me (Get yo' boogie on, yeah Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on) Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday Mackness, mackness, unh! Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on Gangstas don't dance we boogie Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie Backyard boogie oogie oofie |
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[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah! Fool -- you know how we do it West Side Comin' from the West Side Nothin' but the West Side Ain't nuttin' goin on but the bomb-ass rap song Hittin' all night long Just like me on the black and white ivory Gettin' six on artillery, you don't want to see a G Break yo' ass like dishes Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin' Fo'-hoppin', ass droppin', Coupe DeVille My truth can, ill - fool I got skills So, back on up 'fore I check that chin Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn' You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it Comin' from the West Side West Side, comin' from the West Side [Ice Cube] Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud Double parked and I'm talkin to Dub about who got a plan, who got a plot whom got got, and who got shot Cause everybody knows that he got the info Crazy Toones hangin' out the window Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up Kam is solo, they got nuts When Ice Cube write a sentence I want "The Bomb" just like George Clinton S-K-D is down to catch a body Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it You know how we do it [Ice Cube] Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause I'm that fool from South Central You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West Everything is great, slow down for the dip On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin' Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin' Stashin' a glock and I thought you knew it You know how we do it Comin' from the West Side, West Side Nuttin' but a West Side It's hittin' on the West Side Fool, you know how we do it |
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Big Syke, Newt, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All Eyez On Me Muthafucka, Legit Roll up in the club and shit All Eyez On Me All Eyez On Me But you know what I bet you got it twisted You don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin' Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride) Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez Cuz all I want is cash and thangs, A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh bitches pursue me like a dream, Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems My main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks Screaming Thug Life every time they pass All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high Hey, to my nigga Pac So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world changing everyday Times moving faaast My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last? I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm taking off on the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin' It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin' Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin' Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ? Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free niggas can't stand me All Eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile Calling big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came I live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa Cuz we be getting high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down now its time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer Up in the Benz burning rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it All eyez on Me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All Eyez on me Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) Cuz we be getting high All eyez on me Pay attention my niggas See how that shit go Gonna walk up in this muthafucka And its gonna be like bing Cowards Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches) Cuz we be getting high Every mutha fuckin' way I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga You know Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me) All Eyez on me Its like, what they think I'm walking around With some keys in my pocket or something All Eyez on me They think I'm going back to jail They really on that dope Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching) (I know y'all got me in the scopes) Live my life as a Thug nigga Until the day I die Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby) We be getting high (Y'all got me under surveillance) All eyez on me But I'm known |
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(tash)
(who we got? ) We got catash and kuruption What the f**k is yo' function? We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f**k shit up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? (kurupt) Hennessey (verse one--tash) Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats Tash be kickin' so much ass I rock cleats on concrete So get the pictuah My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move back This ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back It's on co' uncle Raps that keeps me flossin' While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson Swap Pop that glock Clock that knot It's thin line between love and hate It's thin line between compton 'n' watts What you got? Yo' motherf**kers is nerds Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the f**k you heard! (kurupt) (check it out) I heard it saggin' in bandanas Shit to spit the leaves Split like bananas Poetical scanners Make the crowd go banana' Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous Bitches and cameras Experts' Impenetrability exerts Burst a verse And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day) Silently clashin' Clash is Throwin' towels in like passes All I want to know is where the ass is If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle I'm agile; you fragile-- Glass and crystal I'm priceless--the nicest Yeah, that's right Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight (chorus) (tash) We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f**k it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? (kurupt) Hennessey, nigga Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed (tash) You know I got the malibu (kurupt) I got the orange weed (tash) We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f**k it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? (kurupt) O.e., homey, yeah Oh, yeah, indeed (tash) You know I got the hennessey (kurupt) I got the orange weed, nigga (both) 'cause bustas is bustas, an' g's iz g's But ain't nobody f**kin' 'round wit' mcs like these (verse two--tash) Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt And that's a no-no, loco So it's one way to settle this: You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist Tash got a rough rambunction in the function Yo, this shit ain't even fear It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins So let that nigga slide He too wide-eyed to hide it Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll leave his afro lopsided You got it? Good Tell your boyz 'n' the hood My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely So meet me on the block when you come to the west Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night) Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight! (chorus) Rum 'n' coke... Gin 'n' juice... (kurupt) Olde english 800 Yeah, that's my brand Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can Only if gangstas come, I'll mash Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast If you got it, I'm 'a get it Ya heard me, homey? I'm o.g. I swerve and dip slowly, homey Easily I approach This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this roach Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin It's already cocked, so, I'm like "f**k it, then" You's a bitch, and that's all you'll be An' I don't give a f**k to let a nigga hear it from me You got calibers, I got cali-co. You got teflon, I got napalm I come around from the side I'm gangstain' it up Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' ass (outro--kurupt) Yeah, niggas Kurupt young gotti (dpg) Tash, wha's crackin? (tash) You know... Same shit different toilet Put it down, my nigga from the west coast Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta But hold up, man While we in this muthaf**kah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga king Tee The whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed) Oh, what? Only bad bitches? It's a gangsta party (kurupt) Alkaholik gathering, muthaf**kah...punk (tash) Alkaholiks, dpg |
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[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [MC Ren] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Ice Cube] The motherfuckin world is a ghetto filled with magazines, full clips, and heavy metal when the smoke settle .. I'm just lookin for a big yellow; in six inch stilletos Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin' Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency {And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me {And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? [MC Ren] Villain blows up yo' spot Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass that's alarmin cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Ice Cube] I started this gangsta shit And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] Did I fall off? Got you in your room rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk; listenin with your arms crossed Questionin Dre's credibility {What?} Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits; Y'all be killin me As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..} We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [MC Ren] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [Ice Cube] Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes.. |
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(*dialogue from the movie 'Above the Law'*)
'You heard about what's goin on in there?' 'Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much' 'This isn't bullshit my friend' 'Do you know somethin?' 'Don't listen' 'What'd you know?' 'Maybe I do and maybe I don't' 'What I say is that they ain't got no business negotitaing' 'We gonna be goin back in they're wit a bullet for every yard' 'Is that right?' 'We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use' 'Am I right Al?' 'Well, wait, wait minute Frank' 'We gotta a lotta angry guys in they're, black muslims Panther's, Young Lord' 'Besides you average anti-social' 'So we gotta go in right, clean they're clocks' (Verse 1: KMG) I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece He gives me the scoop about the fake as* troops And how nigga's out they're wanna play I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away How far playa?Far enough to go off the edge I push another nigga off the ledge So I stumble as I slide to the chevy Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin High powered on my way too the west side To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say f**k you Then buck you, tuck you in for the night As you think about the paper at the funeral sight So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman (Chorus: Repeat 2x) *Computer Voice* Now everybody sing, black superman Now everybody know, black superman Everybody sing, black superman Now everybody know, black superman *Phone rings&Hutch's answering machine picks up* Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now But uh, leave a message at the beep You know I'm out flossin&tossin, dippin and trippin You know what I'm sayin (KMG) Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin yo mama's house, um I don't know what they got, but um Man, they lookin for us man Call me over peaches house(hangs up phone) (Verse 2: Hutch) Now it was once said by a known loc G Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt I guess it got to me the same So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game I had my cane locked up tight In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night And when I went to class I always feel asleep But I was out like a motherf**ker, if somebody beeped My teacher said, 'boy can't it wait?' I said, 'naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake' I think I saved about 50 G's I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's Moms is trippin, but she really don't know All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo' Before my mama f**ked wit the county again I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10 I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get I got my mama up outta they're Because y'all motherf**ker's just don't care Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum? Because my mama to me comes number one Now you sucka motherf**ker's don't understand But to my mama, I'm her real black superman (Chorus: Repeat 2x) |
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[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes] Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton [quiet voice that whispers] Real Compton City G's... [Verse One: Eazy-E] Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playin me The same records that you makin is payin me Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row Yo, and here comes my left blow Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season to let the real compton city G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where da fuck ya found a anorexic rapper? Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots (Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day") But "Dre Day" only met Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang" But on his old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez motherfuckin real compton city G's! "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." [Verse Two: Dresta] Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin work So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangstas See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that! But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time And your set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez motherfuckin real G's [Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out] Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez and ain't shit compared to real mother fucking city G's "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} [Verse Four: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some niggaz think it makes a man Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga that ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the E's Stay in your place and don't step to real Mother Fucking G's! [repeat 5X] "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It" |
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