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(Snoop Dogg)
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker D.P.G.C., y'know Representin to the fullest, like dat dere Y'KNOW! (Kurupt) Organized madness The young Godstra Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch! Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations) I call, I call shots round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks round here (Kurupt) Psychosomatic, automatic static Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls Camouflage, on the side of livest Bout to put somethin up in that could ride It's time for, world war three motherfucker You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker I holds the microphone like a grudge In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up This might give you a heart attack It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that Than that.. Chorus (Kurupt) The tactical acrobatical automatic Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?) Columbian flake, the top rate Irate lost mental state Stallion I'm want about a million or more of y'all fools to come back and get some more You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour He got some Gortex or some Converse on All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade Persuasion, phase three of the invasion I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough to bombard and bogart, spots like these Renegade revolutionary infantries I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya Chorus (Roscoe) I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka Verbal predator, fake rap attacker Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker Money makin, we smart like computer hackers I came in this game with plans to get it maxed And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture No escapin without, instantaneous capture Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you Test your chest nigga? One less nigga Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical Taking your first-born as collateral! (Kurupt) I call, I call shots round here |
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| 3. |
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Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Daz) When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin Hoppin Up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, What a Fun Day Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way Diggy Daz a busta ain't had enough against Rough and Tough but its never to much Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed AK front to the back cause we hard to fade We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmmin to Rumble in the Jungle like Ali and Foreman We rippin it up, we be givin it up On the daily homeboy we be givin it up We be cuttin it up scufflin, mufflin it up Homeboy Diggy Daz (Now With Kurupt) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Kurupt) Livin it Up--shakin, makin the hood turn Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn Flippin Stickin fool for chicken, scrapin the curbs Scrappin for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird I'm On it Homey, me and my homegirl Diamond Down With the nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin Daz, my closest homeboy California lickin switches a couple toys I'm tired retirin a couple jerseys Went From the sunny state to Jersey, puffin Hershey Let off, get off, or get spin off spit off set off spun of te chest off the roof--a hundred and seventy eight prof of boost Ganster Daz and Kurupt let loose This is it, short change dip wit us Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Kurupt) Im tired of this (this) I'm tired of that (that) I'm bout to bust fool where's the strap G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo' Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go Calico excursions, different diversions Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey on the corner chippin the curb and any busta get close enough we servin (Daz) Homey Dont get nervous Beware, thats Kurupt, fool beware Rippin it up so you better beware of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up You and all Your crap crew get bruised up I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine and pay dues and now I'm livin the life of crime Switched Up, hit em up, blast or get em up Forty-Five, Tec nines blast to hit em up Aww Yeah Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) |
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| 4. |
| 5:06 |
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W Ballz D.J.)
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting Provided by mother fucking emina huh? (Daz Dillinger) (in background) Enema!!! (W Ballz D.J.) Emena... not enema... Enema! I'm saying it baby, I just said it low (Daz) (in background) In your ass (W Ballz D.J.) In your motherfucking asshole Ok like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch (Kurupt) Man what a bitch, gangster shit Paws scrap up the cement then bend I never love me a ho Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas Fuck all y'all niggas, sawed off y'all niggas And I'm quick to pull out Gangster shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth (Daz Dillinger) As I skip to my loo C walking, G talking I'm a gangster cold hearted, sick dumb and retarted Came up this far without a bullet proof vest (yeah) Ran with the best, sport khaki's again Always stay fresh won't settle for less Looped out, said now (Soopafly) Man these nigga on deck Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly coming through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few The D P locced out, niggas get choked out Smoked out niggas and I'll fuck you with no doubt (Tray Deee) Gangster gangster tell me how you do it It seems so simple like there was nothing to it Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. (Jayo Felony) I had so much beef I should've fucked in my colon But I sent them off deprived, with both their fucking eyes swollen Everything stolen, and it still risked rolling niggas can't see me cause I kill shit blowing I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats A K 47 street Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler Mother fucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher You don't wanna see my style like click click pow Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child The enemy wanna diss nigga but how could he? With hookers and hoodies with a bag full of goodies (what what what what?) What? Now take that for what it's worth I terrorize your territory and take over your turf All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a nerf Nasty as after birth they say ooh after the verse (Snoop Dogg) I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial niggas know me homey, the O G West Coast Don I smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2 1's Not to mention all my No Limit niggas now We do it G style like big C Style Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that L B, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that L B, Represent that P.A.C. (Snoop Dogg) What what? My freestyle worth about a ticket now So to kick a style you gotta kick me down Every nigga from the pound getting paid now Hey now, big bow wow honey child I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it We's a D P G committee (Kurupt) (Snoop Dogg) fuck that bitch, Dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch That trick that goofy ass bitch Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip Fucking gangster shit 20 insane sixty crip 19th street crip, where the gangsters hang It's a gang thang we all gang bang (Daz Dillinger) Hold up (Wait A Minute!!!) All my niggas get (Gangster With It!!!) Tick tock (Crip Walk) And prepare to get ill when the gangsters talk (hey hey) Sagging and flagging with the 7 tray rag Smoking like a dragon with the 4 - 4 cannon Be the last man standing whipping niggas at random Gray and Blue bandanna's who riding is standard So what y'all wanna say? (Huh, huh?) What y'all wanna do? (Huh, what?) (Butch) You niggas tripping, while I'm steady dipping Throw your clip in, since y'all all flipping Rolling capers, while I'm getting papers Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors Everyone around is soon to see Ain't nobody coming close to me Keep hanging 'round and you'll believe Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that Long Beach Represent that... (W Ballz D.J.) Let's take it off like this bitch... bitch please...you ain't knowing The broadcast is directed by motherfucking Snoop Doggy Dogg and his big nuts If your not knowing, ya know! We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though 187.4 in your asshole like this If your not knowing now your blowing... Shabadoo huh? We gonna kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C. Fuck I heard it was uh... D.P.G. |
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| 5. |
| 4:13 |
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[Kurupt]
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise We cap to ride, cap to homicide It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul It's Dat Nigga Daz (Kurupt we don't give a fuck like nigga whattup?) Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt It's fatal fire blaze, Sherm with a perm Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day Sunny Cali-for-ni-a, the G way display how to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders and scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light Pull up then drive to the right It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right Chorus: Latoya Welcome home... into L.A. Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play It's been too long... just to seen you come around Now we can have a good time... just watch your back, when you're comin through this town |
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| 6. |
| 3:45 |
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Hook: 2x
Rock the beat Rock the beat This is for my killas That shoot tequilla con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on(Rock the beat) To get their creep on(Rock the beat) To get their drink on(Rock the beat) To get their smoke on(Rock the beat) Verse 1: Kurupt Blaze up Blaze up All the homies bang Round up all the little locs, high as the sky Smash and mash your body, just another day Real high until your pistols reach the sky Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change So fuck where you from Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip Not giving a fuck is the motto Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga) And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga Hit the liquor store for sure Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four) Hook: 2x Verse 2: T-Moe Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures Make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers Make a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich Overnight flight to the top, first class Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit) Fast as you want to be Lady just follow me I'm a southwest G Team with Kurupt Straight giving a fuck I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up Finish up when I bust a nut I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag Acting all bad, make me mad So be the first to blast Miss Niva(Niva, Niva) Hook: 2x Verse 3: Kurupt We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots Come around here and you will get shot Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block Pop, pop one of they homies drop I told y'all niggas never to come around here Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark Like the fourth of July when the candles spark Always knew what I wanted to see That's having big paper have many g's Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me Blast any nigga who step to me Verse 4: Daz We will take your shit Whoop your ass Fuck your bitch Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick Y'all niggas can't fuck with this Hook: 2x |
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| 7. |
| 2:15 |
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(Kurupt)
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like Muggsy Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun with a platoon of backwards ass buffoons Ready to shoot anything that moves Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon" Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes So I'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me? Heard that, word don't pass the front do' before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo' Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater Two pumps ready for a riot Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit I been down with the twist since eighty-six Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I'm jackin for Daytons Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols Time for war this is when the heart's exposed Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw And that's all, end to anything before In a world war, off like a Concorde jet But fool, D.P.G.'s the set In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed Change up the game, cock, sparks explode Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies Flippin birds and servin ki's I'm with King T and Tha Liks, Alkahol-ed it up like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick! I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank Crystallized coke and limes, I don't give a fuck! |
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| 8. |
| 4:45 |
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(Intro: Snoop Dogg)
DPG (G), C (repeat 4 times) (Verse One: Kurupt) Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000, all the computers crash I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy I'mma live long homeboy Too deep, too strong homeboy We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy It's on homeboy Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy D-A-Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee Big C-Style and Mitch made to be Shine Dogg gettin' super-high lit High-flyin' high super-duper high We super-duper fly I put ya in the mix I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit Bitch, where's the grip? (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing* , (Snoop Dogg)) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (DPG {G}, C) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (Verse Two: Warren G, Nate Dogg *singing*) (Warren G) What I'mma do, I'mma bang on the beat What I'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you Everybody talkin' 'bout Money Ain't A Thang Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang If you was hard as me, I'm as hard as you Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc So don't let the crossover fool ya I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch (Nate Dogg) Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin' still Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang Hang wit' DPG and I can give ya game Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games (Snoop) DPG (G), C (Break: Kurupt *talking*) Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... Dogg Pound Gangstas... FUCK Y'ALL! (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (Verse Three: Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Soopa Fly) (Tray Dee) Yeah, I'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit Tray Dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street Triple-X sweatshirt with blue Chucks on feet Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes Neva doze when I rose, let the chrome explode (Snoop Dogg) Man I wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta Fo'eva', Wheneva', Howeva', down fo' whateva' Recognize game when it hits ya Nigga, if ya slip up Doggy Dogg's gonna get-'cha Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine Just before I was taught, how ta gangbang All my peers through the years know That Snoop Dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do' And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know Man I been through so much and I'm still goin' through it But fuck all that, I got ta stay into it I knew the job was dangerous when I took it Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it I was so eager, just trynna get involved But now's I gots ta represent for me and my Doggs (Soopa Fly) Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta' Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt Paperboy wit' a new route When I'm in front, they watch behind me Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga (nigga) Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo' I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through MOTHAFUCKAAZ!! HAHA!! (Break: Snoop Dogg *talking* ("DPG {G}, C" said 4 times in background)) Dogg Pound... mothafuckin' Gangstas... 1999, back up in this BI-YAI-ITCH! Eastside up, Eastsidaz! And niggas thought we fell off... (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg *talking*), ("DPG {G}, C" said 8 times in a row, then once again)) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, (Dogg Pound in this mothafucka) I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) C'mon homies give it up (Ride on, ride on) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up I'm still... (fades away) |
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| 4:09 |
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(Kurupt)
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt (Chorus) The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers (Daz) Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop (Chorus) (Kurupt) I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) (Daz) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, i knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches (Chorus) (Childs voice) Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga) |
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| 2:53 |
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Man what you need man?
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| 11. |
| 4:47 |
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*dialtone and dialing*
Soopafly: "Yea" Kurupt: "Ay soopafly" S: "Yup" K: "Ay, what's the name of that song that goes, dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da" S: "It ain't about you?" K: "That's the one you have it on?" S: "Yea" K: "Oh, yea, that's tight" S: "You like that?" K: "Yea" Check check check check check Microphone check check check check check 1, 2 check check check check check Live in the place to be Soopafly, comin at ya I don't stop and I don't quit Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea, peep game Check, I break a nigga neck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a show I'm stackin c-notes It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak Keep em in check No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek They sleep Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now Let me take you on a journey block to block Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks Straight from the L we don't take no shit We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with When you in close range you best to duck quick Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit Game over I knock a nigga from drunk to sober I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker If you wanna dance I do the polka Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade Can I ride in your car? Girl I've gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, that ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar? No, but you can eat this dick While I smash my shit and I pop in my car Can I give you my number? Yea, next summer But I'm hungry baby Sh, me too, that's crazy So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go Aight then, but I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin baby? Hell no Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood Smokin until the sun come out Bitch please Got her speakin in Chinese They like please Yea, just pluck em off Mothafuck all you hoes Fuck em all This is nothing but true game This stainless thing got stained The bitch gobble the best She won a contest for the best jaws in the west The homie said, "Watch my head" But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta A nigga feelin bitter Shitty as some kitty litter Take off, got a Adolf Hitler Center of attraction Multiplications then subtractions From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit The bitch on my dick I'm like bitch, forget it Let it loose bitch, won't you let it For ????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut A typical hoe I'm only in it for the blow The bitch was only in it for the blow I gave her some blow then let her blow Then she turned blue On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew Can I ride in your car? Bitch I'm gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, this ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar? Nah, but you can eat this dick While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off Can I give you my number? Nah, maybe next summer But I'm hungry baby Yea, me too, that's crazy So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin baby? Hell no Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood Smokin until the sun come out Now all salute the supreme general that got style And watch how I rock and lock the block down Tightly to fight me will cause disaster No chance to surpass the vocab I master As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in But I'ma stay bangin The game that I'm claimin Gold chain swangin While the six trey hangin Back bumpa Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out Knock it locked up with the ass drop Can I ride in your car? Bitch I'm gone too far Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, this ain't what you need Can I borrow a dollar?c Nah, but you can eat this dick While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off Can I give you my number? Get at me next summer But I'm hungry baby Yea, me too, that's crazy So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go Aight, but I ain't got no money Ain't you treatin baby? Hell no Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood Smokin until the sun come out |
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| 12. |
| 3:28 |
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Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (Roscoe) Dogg Pound (Nate Dogg, Kurupt) DOGG POUND (h.g) Where the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh) Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out) (Kurupt) When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang Same ol' gangsta gang, its the same old thang Just new days and new ways to twist Its like this, the gangsta's came and the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When I tell you lately Seems no one can fade me It just might drive you crazy Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk) (Kurupt) Gin and juice, hen and coke, Rum and coke, and five ounces of dope In the middle of the twist, in the cud of smoke Where my dogs, are the hogs, O.G's and loc's All the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) Got 10 girls that pay me Just so they can lay me And when they come to see me, I just drop my drawers Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk) And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause) (Kurupt) When I came in, ramming, With my pistol and my cannon I wanna get somethin' blew off now Dogg Pound Gangsta's with the gangsta sound We make the.... World go round (Nate Dogg) Girls they make me wiery Homies try to steer me But I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause) (Roscoe) She say I'm young, but I'm cute The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444 But she gone lie tonight, but one things fo' sho When Roscoe creeps slow through the do' The... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) Bust in right behind her Ask for the vagina After this I'll find ya, when the lights come on (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) (Kurupt) Walkin', talkin', gangsta G D.P.G, seein' sob said uncomplete me The homies at the local swapmeet Dippin' through the hood, gold feet with beats And make the... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) This ones for the homies Actin' like they know me When you move slowly, so nobody falls (girls all pause) (Kurupt) AYYY! yellin' through, bailin' through, tellin' you, I'm a G, ganstafied, do or die, homicide, G's ride, I ride, we ride, what that D.P.G like?? We ride by and the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (girls all pause) And they all say the same ol' thang (Kurupt) Gangsta Boogie 30x's (Nate Dogg) Girls all pause |
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| 13. |
| 4:07 |
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Your Gyrlfriend
(Girl) Yeah right, I ain't no motha fucking hoe My home girl a hoe Shit nigga, I got my own shit And I'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but shit. . . (Kurupt) Just another day sunny C-A-L, try to pass and tell, I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell, But whats this? This nigga actin just like the bitch, Cause he like the bitch, He just like the bitch, Your girl ain't nothing but a bitch leavin messages on all on nigga's service, You actin jus like the hoe, Actin' like he don't know, The all-mighty, ball-blowing, like jaws a lil lower. You hit the spot? Perfect bitch, Ever seen your bitch when she slurp on dicks? With that birth mark right on her upper thigh, With a mouth like that I don't sympathize, She do things with her mouth you gotta see wit your own two eyes bitch nigga actin surprised, See Daz beat the cock, But you love the bitch, See be eatin dicks and you kissin the bitch, (Corus (Daz)) You know. . .that I know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is a hoe, I know. . .that you know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is my hoe. (Kurupt) I want it blow, Get it on. Drop 6-6 on 5 hoes nigga its on. Cadillac domes, Magnum and chromes, Put it, strap it on, Dont take it off more than 3 days it'll (??) Get the whole tip of your dick burned off, Fuck around with that bitch of yours, She's no different from the rest of the whores. Might be nasty, unclassy, sassy, untrustworthy plastic bitch. And you got the nerve to fall in love with the bitch, And actin' like your ballin Captain Fall In Love With a Bitch, Now you know about the girl that you chose to love, Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from K-Dubb. Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for the smokin up. In the cut, take this game and start soakin up. Hookin' up with Jesus what I see, While Daz takin' your bitch upstairs I be, Waitin' to fuck the bitch my goddam self, with 18 rubbers, cause your bitch is hazardes to my health. and you know, like I know, that your trick ass, skanky ass bitch is a hoe Chorus (Daz) Any Nigga can get the pussie, (Nah I don't think so) All it takes is some time, (yeah that's right!) You can hit it like you want it, (UHhhh) Hit up or from behind. (Girl) You aint stickin that big dick up in my ass uh-uh, that shit looks ferousis. oh I'm straight nigga. Pelase Be-weave-it (Kurupt) Shut the fuck up bitch, Eat a dick bitch, Eat a bowl of shit bitch, Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws. Take a pill bitch, chill bitch. Jerk your jaws, Eat the pussy in then work the walls. I seen that nigga last week it's like this, What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch. Chorus x 2 1/4 BEITCH!!!! (Fuck You) |
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| 14. |
| 4:44 |
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<i>[Chorus: kurupt]</i>
Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) <i>[dr. dre]</i> I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, i take advantage All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[hittman]</i> Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool i pity ya We live in the city off, ballers With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico That's when i caught a vision like coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico <i>[kurupt]</i> At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said i dip, dive, what can i say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy If you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to daz Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a g down, break me down But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 4:38 |
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| 16. |
| 4:53 |
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Daz:
Aw yeah! Right about now it's time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I (Wait a minute, um) Crooked I: This is the art of, manslaughter When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water You entered the wrong scuffle You catchin' a chrome buckle I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles Deliver the sick verbals My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground, your body spin around, in six circles Diminishin' infamous menaces I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region Freezin g's in your legion Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician It's all about Crooked These bitches shout Crooked I'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh? Can you fucc with this? Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC shit Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?! Kurupt: Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts The storm, my vocals float like arts In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme My microphone massacres every year the same time With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker Up against the microphone night stalker With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me As you can see I continue mashin' MCs Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer Extra-terrestrial microphone terror In effect, get infected Tell me what the fucc you expected These venemous injections I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections From these poisenous melodies and selections I select the methods of slow anguish I mangle shit with my language Tell me, have you ever seen one elope With the microphone In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode Baboom, alone in my own zone So don't compare me to none Not one's nearly Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories Sincerely, I could have the spot locked Niggas get stoned for touching microphones with no knowledge on how to rock Daz: Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house Alkaholiks! Xzibit: When I was enlisted I came to the table double fisted Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy It'll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run See we do it how it can't be done I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won Or direct descendant of the gatling gun Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one That aint a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street Ready to repeat, round after after round at you All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus My Dogg Kurupt Daz: Yeah, no shit Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that That's what I'm talkin' about West coast, we been doin' this shit for years Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that Battlecat (Don't step up) Right, right (Don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt) Huh, huh, huh (Get get get get hurt) Whatcha say Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle (Get hurt, get get get get hurt) That's what I'm talkin' about Daz Dillinger (Don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt) Break it down, break it down Huh (mixed with Battlecat's scratching) Motherfuccas can't fade this shit |
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| 17. |
| 5:28 |
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(Kurupt (talking))
Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle (KRS-One) Yes, yes y'all! yeah yeah y'all! (uh) KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh) yeah Kurupt, y'all Time to check it out, uh huh Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea) KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea) you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!) (Verse 1 (KRS-One)) I laugh at that, your whole premise is off I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77 i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it I spit lead into better men you a veteran, aint no tellin' what i send to get them yet another one My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again (unintelligible) (Verse 2 (Kurupt)) Then again i noticed that everybody Think they can fuck with us But luckily i noticed Everybody want to be close to us Tryin' to bust when they bust I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us My style's out this universe Words that serve all these emcees They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew KRS, it's on you, baby (Verse 3 (KRS-One)) True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down and makin' them frown, true underground not a class clown copy, guilty ass, papi I roll with the mash out posse The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE! My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows The best nose, goes live at breath shows (Verse 4 (Kurupt)) See i heard it before, word it before Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all Fuck around with us the top dog Murder all y'all, my minds incredible I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness! What rhymes he creates! "Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka (KRS-One) Uh! like that! Yeah uh huh! like that! Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic) (Yeah!) (Verse 5 (KRS-One)) Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive But i represent emcees now out in.. (Verse 6 (Kurupt)) Yeah, no doubt I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin every emcee from here to Compton Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin' The last round, the last nigga knocked down Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this The lyricist poltergiest is way nice Break and take them in freezers just like ice Fuck around with me, O.G Yo, we so precise (Verse 7 (KRS-One)) You know the teacher's agenda We will be here forever You plottin' to surrender Action start, you start -- tremor Never lose my temper, when my temple member You know the center of the dope beat, remember (Kurupt) Yea yea! haha! raw dog assassin style KRS and kurupt! (KRS-One) Yea yea y'all! uh huh! like this, like this (Verse 8 (Kurupt)) Yeah we make them bounce I make them bounce we make them bounce Yo, i make them bounce Yo, i blaze a ounce Yeah, i blaze a ounce I'm gonna bounce to the ounce When the homies come through Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you I leave ya flat, homie You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie I leave you all alone, in the danger zone Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin' Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin' Me and Kris, we do it just like this Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this (Verse 9 (KRS-One)) Thats right y'all You heard what the man said KRS-One styles could never be dead Thats why we still in-in the studio Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place You know what time it is We got to come back again I got my friend, i cant remember his name again But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin' Remember the skills that out the box, we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track Come and get some'a that pass it right back Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this Now come back and represent beside the Kris (Verse 10 (Kurupt)) Clap your hands, get it all together then See me come through, me and Kris Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you But we start severin' -- heads Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game, Seen the game, so im televisin the game Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game They shook down they took down, shook like clowns See me rockin' i be rockin all around Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth, Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee And that's my homie, O.G to me Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick (KRS-One) Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down Boogey Down production, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!) Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic) (Dogs barking and howling) |
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| 3:56 |
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