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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H (x2)
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) I met her way back when on tour, day ten I had her bent over backwards, her and her best friend I was doin her in, makin me cum again and again and again and again Havin a bomb while baby ate my balls Gobbling all, dick all in her jaws And you know after I nut I gotta get the fuck up and hit the cut, bitch You always 'll be a ho that I know When it shows in your attitude, it shows in your clothes Look at her lookin cute in the Channel leather boots And her pussy got juicer than a Juicy Fruit Dick gobbler, nut swallower You know the bitch is a real top scholar Off ecstacy baby fuckin the best of me Beyonc?is my Destiny You're jus a bitch (x2) [Kurupt] Bitch You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) You're jus a bitch She's just a perfect ball blower I'm a fuckin it up See all you'll ever be is a bitch to Kurupt Put it in perspective, all she wanna do is eat some Put it in perspective, all the bullet do is feed some Put it in perspective, all I wanna do is beat some So before I beat it, you can eat it, bitch These bitches nowadays ain't right Still havin a good time, all they wanna do is fight But I ain't got time for it, I'm a say it again See I ain't got time for it, nor the money to spend But you bitch, let me tell you what you could do bitch And all you'll ever be to me and my crew bitch A dust bag, dirtier than the motherfuckin dirt Or I could rat, only good for hittin from the back Scandalous than a motherfuckin fat bitch Pro'ly would a ate the homie's dick if ain't crackin so quick You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4x You're jus a bitch Can I get some pussy tonight A hour before my flight, is it alright? Is it all cool? Can we pull in the drive and then fuck in the back of my Lexus truck, bitch Get my dick sucked in the back of the pool Been fuckin since pre-school, I'm a motherfuckin fool Fool A bitch is a bitch Bitch And now can my dick play wit your clit? The bitch love dat shit Yeah And I won't be thinkin like dis hit Be nuts on Tuesday And leavin with two women to twist Yeah You still chasin bitches in pre-school I used to do that, but if it ain't over to me homie Then it just ain't cool You're jus a bitch (Bitch got some big ass motherfuckin legs) You're jus a bitch (Oooooo, girl she know how to suck a diack) You're jus a bitch (She was eatin a home girl pussy, freakin it out with a dildo in her ass) You're jus a bitch (Yeah freak mama number one n-nasty) You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4) You're jus a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Xxplosive West coast shit
My nigguhish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me my shit's the bomb Xxplosive for my niggaz drinkin Cognac smokin weed always pack mo' than one firearm chrome rims ridin on Chronic in yo' system let me know my shit's the bomb Xxplosive West coast shit nigga Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up Gobble and swallow a nut up shut up and get my cash Backhanded pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar pimp convention hoes for a dollar SixDeuce in a plush sixdeuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes just to lay wit hoes Relax one night and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day well save this dick Bitch nigga you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip you punk bitch All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know They ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed Real trees Chronic leaves No seeds When I had you last night baby Before I blew yo' mind I thought we had a chance lady No more now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we still makin gangsta hits You'll be still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch this biiiitch I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular I put that on the G A hustler and a player nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixtyfo' I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend I left them hoes at the mall They be beepin me and shit but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin they on the nuts But beitch I'm out ya pussy when I nut f'real |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
*Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches *Repeat (x3) Pussy makes the world go 'round, knock that pussy up and down Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast (Fuck em right) Fuck em Daz, work that pussy, slap that ass (Oh) Put my dick right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill) Move it in and out and give em what you will All the hoes actin moody, stick my dick up in her coochie If that hole get played out, stick my dick up in her booty Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at *Repeat (x2) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
You gonna dissect man (roll this shit)
Oh oh oh for the homies, who that? Yeah, it's Kurupt fool Live, Dogg Pound And let all why'all know(know know), we live Yeah Lurupt the raw dogg Dogg Pound Gangsta for life And my own thing, Antra Check this out, (check it out) [Kurupt] One, two to the three K to the you- are- you- P to the T Dips and toe back whips I ain't for competing I own banks in sweden I keeps a low profile, I don't floss Top dogg, fool I'm the boss Speculative decisions, I'm giving out executive positions Making my own executive decisions O.G. lie the only way is supposed to be lie Simply, its all in me So when you think about Kurupt just think about Bentleys [Chorus] Who do you be, tell me tell me (that's a nigga Who do you be, tell me tell me (steady cruisin' with your mind on the cash, Everything is tight so what you think be the past) [Kurupt] Feel the flames, separate terrains We on the same track on separate trains I'm all about coasting, locomotion Sip get lit smooth Move in slow motion, smooth as lotion Headed to where the g's reside, ready to ride I'm a fix it all, twist it all by showing all why'all what's the meaning of all I'm hyper like a sniper on dope and dynamite I ignite the stage, like rage, or sawed off gauge Now all y'all off the stage you be the first one, verse one Nigga disperse one, and I'm a show you how you get the job done You can't buy it, the sound encourages riots [Chorus] [Kurupt] Yo, I feel a whoo, bars with that whoop de whoop Coming swoop, chill with Kurupt and the crew In the back of the pad, but don't get mad, don't get upset If I have to jab and jet, I gots to go put in, I get it all good in So don't tweak come back next week, But when she came back she met a hard fact Dude that ain't where Kurupt stay at [Chorus to end] |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Yeah Yeah Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!) I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice I keep my business separate from my personal life Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight Little niggas try to calculate the money I make I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet Grabbing it for any altercation catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan And I ain't waiting for the one time to catch me Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me I'm at the crib trying to chill with my little kid Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up, Cover my son up, and let the lead off Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!) *We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life) Living the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life) We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife) Living the gangsta's life *Repeat I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga) Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta life Niggas is heated down to dump on site Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G Cuz ain't nothing but the hog in me Niggas around my way don't get along with me (why?) Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up I'm running on anybody who post and ran up Everybody in my family path was jail Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell STRAIGHT GANGSTA! *Repeat (x2) **What would you do if you could Get with my crew, baby What would you do if you could down with the dog pound Gangstas, just let it all go no games No snitching allowed, spitting no names I'm G And You ain't? I can? and you can't? Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight Snitching on your homeboys, that ain't right I always grew up since eighteen and up With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas) Blast backs at times we got bust at Turn around, bust back then scat Moving on up to the top of the map Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back This is our world, land of the gangsta macks Controlled by the blue and red rags Out here we ain't into ice Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life *Repeat (x2) **Repeat (x3) We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta life |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all As I bounce rock skate on threes [Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2] [Baby S] Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S, nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm, and Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around Make me feel like a G one more He once smoked For free, now its all about the G's and me [Kurupt] Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young g's and og's We on the smash for cash and that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Chorus] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as shit While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh [Chorus to Fade] |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all As I bounce rock skate on threes [Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2] [Baby S] Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S, nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm, and Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around Make me feel like a G one more He once smoked For free, now its all about the G's and me [Kurupt] Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young g's and og's We on the smash for cash and that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Chorus] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as shit While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh [Chorus to Fade] |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!) Cigarettes, heron (We about to get fucked up!) Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up (We about to get fucked up!) Sherm, sherm Bomb weed, swisher sweets All types of shit we need Get me high ever day Passing by give me weed (We about to get fucked up!) Uppers, downers, methamphetamines Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire Get high, and high, and high, more and more high Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real What about you, you know the drugs So all my niggas and my bitches right about now (You know we about to get fucked up!) Smoking weed on the curb See my homeboy chilling swigging ? (We about to get fucked up!) To all my smokers smoking dope Please don't over dose please don't overdose (We about to get fucked up!) Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash That's when I'm high I dip and dash (We about to get fucked up!) I smoke weed and hash I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb x2 Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass Do what I said real quick and real fast Cigar paper or a zag We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags Nigga don't make me laugh Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it And did it just how I want it (you see it ain't no thang) (We about to get fucked up!) Cuz it's nothing And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing (We about to get fucked up!) Spending G's smoking trees Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me (We about to get fucked up!) Heron, know it's the bomb Hit it like one more time (We about to get fucked up!) Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm, Regulate to make paper, paper It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat. Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G's. |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Yeah, yeah you know I was strolling down the street the other day
you know and I ran into this lady I'm like "what's up mommy, hey what's up baby, what's cracking baby what's going on with you girl". You know she tried to act all funny ain't wanna speak to a nigga, I'm like "Ya bitch! Shit, fucking bitch!". It ain't like you ain't never sucked dick before ya bitch. Ya stupid ho, you bitch, you hoe... Calm and collected, I'm in a zone of my own Clouded clips of chrome, sunny californ- The home of jack artist, thick thighs and Myties Major high, suicide, drive-byes and crime Homicides, gang banging, the bangers bang See out here in baby we into our own thang Time to head up to Venice, kick it on the beach Ladies all the thick, the bomb, soft as a peach It's me and Daz, dogs off the leash Who all the ho's want to cling on to and suck dry like a leach Daz and Kurupt coming out the cut We just don't give a fuck and just wanna fuck And all we wanna do is bust a nut Come see me ho, ya bitch, ya slut And the bitch had the nerve to ask me for a motherfucking autograph I'm like you goofy bitch! *If you want some play from me tonight You got to treat me baby Treat me like a lady *Repeat So I'm a stand at an angle She was thick like a mango If I fucked her in bed, the bitch was hard to tangle I ain't no Casanova I ride a cruiser and a nova But I'm young for my age I'm on a whole different page I fuck bitches old as my age I need a bitch with class, I need a bitch that's paid Wine and dine at a Toro's, Me and my amigos Drinking margarita's with a couple of ho's You want a soft cut nigga, do what I say type of man That's some shit I don't get with, some shit I don't understand Later on 'til the break of dawn, busting the thongs Till the twats gone all you heard was moans Ass, hips, and lips over a hard ass dick Make a good combination when I'm nutting and shit She said you know I don't suck dick but I... (Oh you lying bitch. You ate lil' Mo's dick last week) *Repeat (x2) I treat 'em how they act, knock 'em how they want it Some of you fools just ain't up on it Conversation waste time, I'm straight to the topic Let me see them thongs baby, I want to see them drop it With baby bearing hips the baby sticks right out Soon as they touch the floor I pull my dick right out Daz you ever see this bitch before (Naw) Well she's about to blow your socks off, she's about to knock on the door Well I rather get an ugly bitch then a fine bitch 'Cause an ugly bitch don't want ya but a fine bitch want all ya shit Lil' bitch, fat bitch, small dick, big dick Love the way you switch shit she love that shit She say Daz, "I love ya 'cause ya fucking me" But in my mind bitch ya really nothing to me Her ass so plumy, I treat her like a puppy (And make that bitch pop that monkey) *Repeat (x4) I'm gonna treat you like a lady and give you FIVE dollars. You only live down the street, you can even walk. Come on I'll even walk with you come on, I'll even walk with you |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Gangsta nigga!
To all the homies (for all the homies) No bitch ass niggas allowed No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this) Kurupt Young Godi Check it out Gangsta gangsta I'm a G from the D That's what the ridahs see I'ma get a quarter mil quarter inch with the deal Come through grey and blue I'ma show you what I do where I hang the shit Dogg Pound Gangstaville in the cut nigga what I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too Get a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through Got my nigga Slip too And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion Ain't no words to express this song Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone This goes out to the homies And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you! (Chorus) This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you! This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you! (Give it up nigga, give it up fool) Hollered at one of the homies the other day He said son ??? and then he looked the other way Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself He choked and in the ??? I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates To a whole different hood where different shit takes place I been G, since the age of 18 When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes Holla at the big homeboy see-Style Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash I didn't think niggas could last Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz (Chorus) I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO! I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x) There I was, When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm Stack up the cut just like bustas Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? My man Capone got a hold of his own Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes Could we put hoes nigga Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames Dope in the wind, indo and hair The gang nigga (Chorus til fade) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Over and over again
It seems there's no way out Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress But the world is a test Without God and a bulletproof vest You might be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, step by step Maybe this'll be something I regret (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the rent Gotta get some get back It seems there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and flip that Now watch it come rit back Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell Why I fucked up and I swear I can't tell, where I fell Escape death and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas But there's no way out Sing it with me come on *There's no way out Through all the huet, the pain, the fear and the doubts But if you look the other route then you'll find out You can do it Homie, there's someway out Talent ain't shit Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, body and soul Grow old and lose control Duck your foes and watchin' foes While the homies hold on Held on too long the strong quickly got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?) While I'm in a terminal state Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz) The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) Yeah I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, IBC's I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems Sing it with me come on *Repeat (x4) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt & El Drex]</i>
Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick Sub Drex (uh yeah, one two) Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby Sky's the limit (yeah) Way up in the sky Once in a lifetime You only get one chance, one chance (You like that shit) One chance to dance And then it's over <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Check it, from catchin buses and cabs Pen and pads in the lav Sippin genuine drafts and no cash I ain't the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last Roosevelt drive, clay courts from Cliffs to AZ <i>[El Drex:]</i> Aiyyo wassup how you feel Me I'm chill But I'm still tryin to make a mill Inside Sharon Hill From where I stand I see it's time to expand To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands <i>[Kurupt:]</i> You know it's about that time Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind Sexual, young intellectual With a whole lot of life to live, just a child <i>[El Drex:]</i> It's 2-5-2-5 little town of shit You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound <i>[Chorus:]</i> Having to survive living in the life Got to stay alive living in the life Have to survive Living in the life <i>[El Drex:]</i> Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence Plus, me and my crew shine like the N on New Balance The most talent where girls fly They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't stop These jealous cat cut G's keroodle with top We can cruise the city block like yachts Y'all niggaz worse than the cops <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Before I smoke, I tote my first tote A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls Me K-I-D, the elite MC From the hill, got my top chopped by a tree On the hill, too young to flare one It's all about rhymes and fair ones Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun Don't shove me or push me, I give sucka punches Now what's the deal <i>[El Drex:]</i> You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now And pull the tool now Why can't we keep it on the cool now I make a new route to get my crew out My peeps no doubt And then when school out, it probably when the album's due out And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out Forever player and winner and never lose out <i>[Kurupt (El Drex):]</i> Tell me do you remember (Yeah, I remember back when) When Conway Park (Yeah, I remember back then) Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (Next week, instead of then) And I'm be sneakin again See back in the day, it was all about flows Coolin out the T-la rock and mic stroll I go next door to see my nigga Man Bang Sneak in the basement, couple sips of Ing Bing I feel all right, I could rock all night No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams Money like a mothafucka Homie gimme mine's paid I come stompin like a parade, the escapade Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms We clear sight, the day lights like the night A closet full of Franklin's, a G's paradise A nice 40 ounce of O-E on ice Precise poetical poltergeist on mics <i>[El Drex:]</i> Well, it's the El baby, baby The El baby baby The one that rocks you so well baby baby Many brains I feed, another thought conceive Yes indeed Drex ya heed will make yo body bleed The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds Money stash from crack, you can't determine the speed I'm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of Carene I'm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I mean I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya Stay tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease The world will spend a million G's savin dyin MC's Now you got mad love for Shahi Raffi I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me Kurupt: To my nigga Kel El, Escoball, what all up in this piece <i>[Chorus: (to end with Kurupt talking)]</i> El Drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound A town with no recreation And when we grab the mic We formally rock the nation |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense) Shit's shady Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense (Tense, tense) U-huh Don't make no sense Not a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man <i>[Verse 1]</i> One for the money in the valley of the G's Where the riders ride Bustas die Some may survive but the bottom line Is if you cock your 9 You're stoppin' time Just ask my big homie, he'll put you deep On the quick come-up Nigga, put the gun up One time runnin' up I got a clear view I got it all telescoped in the rearview I got a whole stash of dope Cash of dope Which one you tryin' to get? I'm about to let the mack, nigga, spit And rock off the top of your shit I got a fiendin' for a little bit of M&M's Run up and bust nigga from here to ??? It's gonna take 10 of them And I'mma light 'em all Throw a gangsta reunion And invite 'em all It don't matter who you are Fuck 'em all <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't make no sense I'm a false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga (Dogg Pound) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Now all my gangsta ride It's all do or die Dogg Pound... Gangstas Give it up Show your hands in the sky It don't stop It don't quit Rock a 17 Eclipse On hollow tips The homie just came through in a MC Pop the trunk (What's up, homie? Come peep this out!) Floss the chrome M-3 (What's up, nigga?!) He said "What's up people" (What's up people) I said, "Everything's pleasant (Aww man, I'm doin' cool) Plus I got my Desert... Eagle" But ain't no problems It ain't no trouble Someone cocked the 4-double It's time for the midnight maquerade (Come on, let's ride, niggas!) Gotti Valentino I'm walkin around wippin' off my shoes with c-notes G. Gambino I wanna own casinos (uh-huh) But before you catch me laid My whole centipede sprayed Touched and did it Indented enfragment Life ain't nothin' but bitches and cash I can't wait to get around your little bitch ass Life ain't nothin' but cash Fuck the bitches, the niggas, the weed, and the hash Life ain't complete without the heat to blast You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash You ain't blastin'? Then you only learned a fraction You only learned somethin' The rest is closed-captioned How could I make it over there where the light shine? Home Where a nigga's not alone Cause everywhere where I seen or turn It seems a nigga got a lot to learn I pose like a poster Pull the heat out the hollster Blast, get ghost and shake the whole coast <i>[Chorus]</i> Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense Man, that's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga <i>[Verse 3]</i> Gangstas roll and ganstas ride Dippin', trippin', slip and slide Mash with the niggas that mash with you Get cash with the niggas that get cash with you Don't even trip off "he say/she say" Don't matter what you say Don't matter what we say Just keep your heaters cocked and loaded (Load it, nigga!) Cause when it exploded (Fuck it, nigga!) Fuck it I'mma get ?? 'til I pass If you're gonna shoot, blast (Fuck it!) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Rocafella Dogg Pound nigga... Gangstas...
Daz... Kurupt... Dilli... Gotti... Haha.. Big Earl... The gunshot echoed through the street, where I pick my feet Street sweep, seperate, delete [D] As you ask for peace The concrete crackin the shells You aim for the chest and ride for the west See everybody used to tell him that he wouldn't never live long ..never live long And that we gon' always die with the strong Get it on, never knew it could happen.. (never knew it could happen) But evidently it did.. (evidently it did) A nigga got older.. (a nigga got older) And had a few kids.. (and had a few kids) Keep throwin hogs in the war, lettin off in the warzone at that gat pass and blast, pass the chrome Until this day, motherfuckers still think we wrong Put a bullet in ya dome, run in yo' home Get yo' cash, ya jewelry, and yo' stone It's on.. (It's on) It's stoned Another motherfucker gone Pullin out bullets out the pump our Gangsta G'd up, all new apparel I'll never give a fuck about none of y'all niggaz So I let off the sawed-off double barrel Dat Nigga Daz Kurupt the Kingpin motherfucker! Ridin up on you suckers! Motherfuckers wanna act like they wanna bang Go head up with the gang Suckers, busters, fuckers, bitch-ass snitchers In the sky Another mother got to cry - Shit happens! Damn man you just walked up and shot the nigga momma Man he couldn't get the nigga so he shot the nigga momma (Shit happens!) Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man You ain't hard nigga We ran up on yo' bitch-ass and took yo' car nigga The fuck you think you going Yo' bitch-ass ain't gettin too far nigga I'ma blast before I speak Uh-huh, I'ma dash you fore I creep Uh-huh, I'ma fuck ya bitch next week And have that bitch sell her pussy for me See we can squabble scrap Shank 'em, pull out gats and blast We can chill or kick back, two niggaz smokin that See money ain't shit, and that bitch you love eat dicks Ate the whole clique, anything we want we can get bitch Havin money, bitches, cars Slangin pussy on the boulevard Oh my God Smash and dip, gangstas on the gangsta shit, G'd as fuck Blastin niggaz for iron as Buck in the cut with the M14 Guarunteed to get what we need to get, shootin shit And shit happens! Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!) Aww cous' you heard about what happened to cous' over there on 14th (What happened?) Aww man (Shit happens!) Man the nigga killed hisself, man soutside suicide man Man he couldn't live with this shit (Shit happens!) Man that nigga got shot square in the head, homeboy Square in the head, I saw it last week, ya don't know? (Bitch!) Watch yo' ass! [D] Better watch - yo' - ass! Shit happens boy [K] Shit happens boy It could happen to me It could happen to you This a public service announcement We hood to hood Don't come, to our hood nigga Cuz in our hood (SHIT) happens Hahaha.... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin' in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It's not on your radios Your radio is not really on If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on) [Phats Bossi] Who's the misfit stompin' through your district? Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the shit? Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing yet The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP Regime be the team of the scream Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean On your radio, yo, yo 1- I'm your radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I'm your radio (Turn me on) That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate [Kurupt] Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_ I'm your radio baby in stereo baby G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies Listenin' to Gotti at five I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls Young balls hog; a millon words a minute A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_ Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up Or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack What up ROC? Repeat 1 [R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next The name ain't debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya) I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs Then tell him something (What?) I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?" Partna, what's poppin', rock cockin', double glock And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah) My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh) I suggest you adjust your vest position Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin' And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on I'm on your radio Repeat 1 *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's speaking?! [RZA] Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106 But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio" I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin' Let me hear that heater go! [Radio DJ] Thank you! *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] This is KWBALLS, who's this?! [Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio" I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy Keep it bangin'! [Radio DJ] Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's this?! [Warren G] Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song By Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it [Radio DJ] WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS What more can we have here folks?! Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz It's going down *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] Hot-line, who is this?! [Queen B] What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs And "I'm Your Radio". Keep banging that shit baby |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
When the acid rain falls
Your frame falls I'll make your chains spark the lead, the chainsaws I'm not captivated And I'm not captive Free as a bird to fly out on Perv Ain't here for no frontin' Just to say a little somethin' Rack up the gauge, spray a lil' something' My momma always told me Right before she'd hold me: "Look, don't tell me, don't say it, just show me" Over and over again It sunk in slowly I'm a bomb shell Bomb-o-rama, high times is proper I'm eqipped with four clips And all the accessories For all them Sesame Street G's That pestin' me Not servin' neccessaties In the battle, I'm raw Galactica, mother Light 'em up like battle star Galactica, mother [Chorus] I'ma show you how I do it over here (over here) If you show me how you do it over there (over there) I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket Put that on something I'm about to get payed Put that on something I put that on my momma Put that on something That's on e'rythang Nigga, put that on something I'm about to get a meal ticket Put that on something I'm about to get payed Put that on something I put that on my momma Put that on something That's on e'rythang Nigga, put that on something Put that on something Put that on something Nigga, put that on something I put that on my shoes and sox My moms and my pops My bomb drops, my five glocks, and my knots How you gonna tell me what I'm gonna do? When I'm not When I'm hot Is when you can consider it got In one false move Is when the vaults move Cracked in the middle like eggs Spread on the table Your pulse halts Boy, get your game together This ain't to die together ?This ain't the ain't together? Now ain't this somethin'? A youngster just swerved up The homie just swerved up Hold up! I'ma be goin' tonight I ran into the homies It's on tonight I gotta throw on my stars and my khakis tonight [Chorus] I know a few of y'all could ?? the time to spit off After bustin' lead off Knockin' a nigga head off Fa sho Hard core, fa sho Predator Mentor Antra entrepenuer? Radical and raw assassin, maskin' Caskets and drastics tactics Quick To flip 'em like bricks Put a little soul in your strive, home boy If you ever think about tryin' to ride, home boy Caticalism Reactions leads to another food up Fool across the across the bridge with six kids, get clips And everything 'quipped with that Like Daz said: "Retaliation, Revenge and Getback" Like Daz said: "If you ever need me homie, you know what to do" If I never said it before, the same applies for you (This one's for you) [Chorus] I put that on the hood Put that on something I put that on my kids Put that on something I put that on my life Put that on something I put that on e'rythang Put that on something I put that on my grandkids Put that on something I put that on e'rythang Put that on something I put that on my life Put that on something Put that on something Put that on something Is that right? (Oh really?) Put that on something then, huh?! Put that on something you love Something that you care about Something that you would never give up Put that on something Put that on something Put that on something (I put that on my kids) You know what I mean? Put that on something, homie Huh? Put that on something |
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(To) (to) (to)
(To the tic) (To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Kurupt Young Gotti Hell yeah Raw Dawg You know You know me Raw Dawg Assassin Comin atcha, baby Cat, kick it in Kick it in [ VERSE 1 ] Pull up... Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retaliation Spit sparks till shit's dark forever What's up, homie Why you walkin up on me? Postin up in the shade We can draw or get paid You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy Click em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons (Yo, what up?) I'm just a gee Oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it Act like you knew it 'fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A fool over to the right gunnin The homies whistled We all draw pistols [ CHORUS ] |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Well...this is the party where the people get hardy
where the party never just don't stop. So just clap your hands and stomp your feet, and make your body rock. Well....I'm D-A-Z, the MC of the night. Came here to jam just to rock the mic. Now gangsta don't dance, they boogie with a little of this and a little bit of that and a fat 50 sack. Come on and break it down. Baby girl, let me see you do your thang. Man I love it when the party just swang. Shake it all around and let your boo-ty' swang. You know there's a party goin on and my moms ain't home. The feeling is right, we doin this all night long. Come on make it hot. Baby girl, won't you do your thang, make it pop. *It's a party at my house. It's about to go...It's about to go DOWN! It's a party at my house (It's a party at my house) It's about to go....it's about to go DOWN! *Repeat Stepped to the bar and ordered a drink. Pull out my money, grab my bank. Sat at the table and to smoke some dank. Posted by the bar and I did my thang. I seen this bad bad bitch so i bought her a drink, now let's see how much ass this bitch can shake. Now get down to the rhythm of the funky beat. D-O double G, P-O-U-N-D, Yeah Ima gangsta and that's all I be. I'm gettin lucky bitches like 1,2,3. Be sure to talk. If she a freak then we fade tomorrow. Yeah, since I been born, I been born to ball. That's right, we havin a party y'all. For all my loc's and doggs; For all my hoggs and G's, I put the dick in the mouth. Now that's what I'm talkin about. *Kurupt in backround: Beitch! *Repeat (x2) Now...If you really really want it, bitch come get it. I wanted to see if you was all down wit it. See, i told you once and I told you twice. Bitch, you gon' give up the pussy tonight. D: It's D-A-Z. K: Nigga, D-O-G. D: The K-U-R-U-P-T. K: Most definitely. D: We the D-O double G. K: Professionally. D: In the place to be. K: The D-P-G-C. Now, get your freak on, freak on, get your freak on. Now, get your gangsta on, gangsta on, Homie get your gangsta on. Now get your groove on, groove on. Groove on, groove on. Now get yo walk on, yo walk on. Yo walk on. *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro)
(2Pac) Everybody needs to chill Player haters Want to see me dead Only real niggas Stay on top All these niggas Be mad as shit Cause they can't live Like Pac (2Pac) Started with five shots Never drop the killer Never figured that That same nigga Sell five million Hit the charts Like a mad man Nothin' but hits Court cases Got a nigga Facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars Look how we came So far Picture a high school Drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness Weed and drank Way out So it's local Try to finally came Never visioned Livin' longer Than my twenty-first Thought I would Be locked down Cracked out Or in the dirt And though it hurts To see a change It comes with the fame Watch for gospel In this silly game ( Man ) To all the muthafuckas Speakin' down on me This is the night Why is everybody Caught up In Pac's life (Outro) (2Pac) Why are all you niggas Up on shit ( To all y'all niggas ) Fuck all y'all My life This is Pac's life And everybody needs to chill Cause this is Pac's life Player haters want To see me killed Pac's life Only real niggas Stay on top Now all these niggas Mad at me Cause they can't live Like Pac |
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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. Kurupt)
(Intro: Kurupt) I ain't got a problem with nobody, right? This is Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you Cause you got a problem with me Yeah nigga... keeping it real G'd up Hitting niggaz like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk What the fuck nigga! (Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd) I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant I'm just a daily, first to burn a convalescent I'm the example of learning less I'm spitting possible with two Wesson's, no questions I'm the question with no guessing I'm kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions These rappers don't want prohibition I will convict him I'm the West Coast redemption Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye My blood line banging until the eight frame die I snuggle up the gun, full grip Them eyes on my dinero, then analyze this Real out the game, send them on their way to re-admit Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., ain't nothing changed, crowned and convinced Pimp slap bitches and hoes and gangster slap pimps And when I went through, it's that GANGSTER SHIT (Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt) (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Kurupt) You know what I'm talking about (Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then.. (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Boo-Yaa) This one's on me (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Kurupt) Gangsta, right? (Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then.. (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Boo-Yaa) This one's on me (Verse 2: Kurupt) G's, T's, where y'all at? Riders, that's what y'all are (are) I'm a for real front line folder I fold front lines and then push they backs over Mama ain't raised no busters (busters) And mama ain't raised no punks! We'll meet front to front Left the parking lot nigga, see what y'all want (nigga) Ten toes, ten fingertips Niggaz don't really want to trip They want to catch a nigga twenty deep (deep) And catch niggaz thinking they could sleep (sleep) Ain't no sleeping in a G zone nigga BC rider and they every ball nigga Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told y'all nigga Yeah run through this motherfucker, G'd up huh? G cut Timbs from the feet up huh? (Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations) (Verse 3: Ganxta Ridd) They love it when I bang through Sex them all like a truce, fade them all like a rendez vous I'm hitting senders like I'm hitting switches Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my bitches Who's that?, y'all niggaz beef It's that motherfucker cause I'm getting plot money Envisioning balls, I'm wishing nuts and jaws Fuck them trick fools that don't want us to ball We street flavor, Blood we all involved I'm all up in the guts quit ticking and crawl Pass the free fall, fuck the free shows Slap the hoe all, paws that explode Motherfuckers die trying mode Ganxta come on call me Ganxta Ridd B.C.D.P. B.T. for sure West West, East Side, .45 reload (Chorus x2: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations) |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Hook:]</i>
Nigga I ain't got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Nigga I ain't got no feelings What the fuck you think this is? I got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you <i>[Verse 1: Slop & Patacico]</i> Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battlin' me ya dead like presidents I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff The man just like Meth, Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt, When I throw a style you betta duck If you don't yo ass is outta luck Don't fuck, wid the masta, If I have to, the I'll blast ya Then go to church to see my pastor Why ya have to be like this Me and the mic's tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips This year my son turned six, Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks <i>[Patacico]</i> I'm iller, realer, Than ya local drug dealer Come to my villa, Meet the nine milla, Lettin' off, Where I stop you gettin' off, Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in Set It Off You want war come on, Put on the boxing gloves People call me an artist in the canvas Cause I draw blood, That's what's up, Wid the shit I manouver Hit the losers wid a Luger Than lay up in Aruba I'm gon' be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic, I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe You hear me though? <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt]</i> My name is Stephen I eat MCs for no apparent reason It in you if you skeezin' I'm pleasin' Those who dare, I advise you not to stare You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare I declare war before I had to even the score You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor, like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina I get honies to make you say "You seen her?" <i>[Patacico]</i> I'm pregnant, but only in my mind Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album I fell on, using the steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden, Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet Speedin' like car racin', Cream like carnation, Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin', Hey old lady, sorry's all I can say By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way, Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo <i>[Kurupt]</i> Get peeled, skills in the fields Raw dog raw deals, Niggas either ill, fake or real Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates Get lift like weights, Bust and radiate spreadin' infections Murderous mafia connections I wanna feel touched like feelings Start drillin' start ampin' out, Hittin' wid autos campin' out, Wid autos innovative calculative creative Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get stuck up Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot Never seen cowards wid so much ice I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines Zines, zines, zines....... |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap These little town blues, are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you - New York, New York |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap These little town blues, are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you - New York, New York |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking? Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up! (Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh) Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience multiple gun shots Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast Smash boom batter and crash Shells spread from head to head like rashes When it clashes Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes Drive by's drive by night and day The homie grill in the drive by night and day For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds *My heart don't pump no fear (no fear) And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears) Just pass and die around here Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears) I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear) And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears) Just pass and die around here My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear) We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me If I catch a gun and let me rest in peace I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased Go through up and down those in heaven above Those scattered shot myself and those who I love If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high Life's a long ride, but we all die Cuz my heart don't pump no fear And I ain't scared of nobody out here God hates a coward they told me that when I was young And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run *Repeat Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's) So if we come in the back come equipped Run, hide, and duck quick Before we shake your shit Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped I get a grip 50100's and count it up Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut Who got the flavor can't control my behavior Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody) Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous With a tommy gun it reminds ya son The battle cry's and war drums it just begun Vicious as an alligator the street major No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody) Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks *Repeat (Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh) My heart don't pump no fear |
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from Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Make It Reign (1998)
I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
[Intro: Kurupt talking & Daz yelling in background]
[Verse 1: Kurupt] Come to ?? and bank Where the ?? is ?? And fly, pelican, fly Fly away Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat Hollow tip ?? Soopafly, psychotic Super Sonic With a little bit of chronic ?? Can't have a phone, nigga Without the hydrolics Can't purchase no powder Without the cauliflower Holly Colly, high power Bangin' with the homies Bustin' on bustas Dumpin' on cowards The homies said move to left, home boy hit your chest Knock out, hold your breath, home boy W's for the West, home boy E is for the East, home boy D-A-Z and Soopafly Motherfucker, Priest, home boy My niggas Blaze a ounce Hit the stage Bitches strip Niggas bounce [Chorus: Daz] All my Dogg Pound niggas better... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All the bitches in the front better... Make some noise! All my homies all over the world... Make some noise! All my niggas all over... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All my niggas down with us... Make some noise! Everybody around the world... Make some noise! [Verse 2: Kurupt] Process of elimination Total devastation Total world domination Struck determination Capitations Determination To injure the nation And leave a whole half of the world... With a million decapitations With no hesitation Fast! Blast with the homies It's all set to blast To bust a nigga, touch him Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin' It ain't shit See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit So you fall cause you're hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules of the hood Q's, that's on you You know the rules of the hood I'm a G fa sho D.P. fa sho From the back to the middle To the front of the door You got a Cadillac Seville? I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill Now, nigga, how you feel? [Chorus: Daz] All my niggas clockin' paper... Make some noise! All my Dogg Pound niggas... Make some noise! All my gang bang niggas... Make some noise! All my niggas from South Central... Make some noise! All my niggas from Philedelphia... Make some noise! All my niggas from Jersey... Make some noise! All my niggas in Atlanta... Make some noise! If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Nigga, what? You're just a space invader Takin' up all the space, motherfucker! and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces when it takes place Y'all never know it takes place Little busta in disguise I can see it in your eyes I ain't hatin' Fool... What's crackulatin'? Is it sex or glocks Money for rhymes or rocks? All my home boys with 9's in they hands Put them in the air Bust like you just don't care This the Terror Dome Home, sweet, home For the chrome Pack your homies With the foes And all gold in the bones Hit the strip club Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed What the fuck?! They love Kurupt! But I don't give 'em a sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make 'em bounce And blaze the weed And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce [Chorus: Daz] If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back, won't you... Make some noise! If you down with this shit, won't you... Make some noise! Put your hands on the side and... All my niggas in the back, would you... Make some noise! Everybody all around, won't you... Make some noise! And all my real, live niggas, won't you... Make some noise! Everybody down with ??, would you... Make some noise! [Daz & Kurupt yelling, then Kurupt begins to talk] [Verse 4: Kurupt] Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed On a one-to-one one day In ??'s car Like, "What up, Dogg?" "Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw" Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss So what the fuck you wanna do? Slump me and bump me Pull out a pump and pump me Cause I own my own company? |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Chorus One/Intro:
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house... |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
The greatest DJ.. In the whole wide world
Is DJ Clue... Other DJs can't say nothing Because they can't do what he can do.. No one, No one, No one, No one, No........ He the greatest DJ.. Famous DJ Clue... |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
[Kurupt (Buckshot)]
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin' We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real (What, what, what) (This is what you get when you get this shit) (This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it) (This is what you get when you, to-kin' it) (Wha, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt) (Deuce is wild motherfucka) [Some mixed up talking] [Verse 1: Buckshot & Kurupt] Raise the roof up, You hear the truth from Buck Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt Bee bee eyed Buck does it all, I make your gun jam With shells from my gun, Feels like a body slam God damn, elemental styles get exposed Flows from blow slow ya roll, Sit back and crash the Mo' And If I gotta bash the hoe I'm a back slap her throat [Kurupt] What, raise the roof up, Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes Tornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons, Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks Or you get all bombed drop Where ya pistol punk?, Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, Then stripped ah all ya shit Bust it's penetrated Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin' out nigga Survivin' a drought nigga It's like that Buck and Kurupt [Hook: Buckshot] Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's what's up, nigga what We about to tear shit up Nigga what, we about to light shit up [Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot] You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga You nuthin' ass want to be somethin' ass busta ass Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird G'd up, D-P-G-see'd up, O-G-see'd up original gun clappin' No captains, no officials, Nuthin' but niggas and pistols Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga Pop the pistol, Launch the missile Let is whistle Let it blow nigga Let these niggas know nigga [Buckshot talking] Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know We about to tear shit up It's two shots the deuce is wild [Buckshot] As the clouded smoke, fill up the air Buck with the red eye stare, Should I stare, Hell motherfuckin' yeah Almost got blinded by a glare Hollow tips made the metal flare You better beware, or get, Hit in ya waist for, wastin' time Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind Metal to the bone, crack ya bone Travel up ya spine up to ya dome Follow me home, On a mission where we bone, Sick niggas wear ski masks Duck when we blast Old school shit smoke grass, Fill up the glass and the shit splash, On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete, Take it to the swap meet, cock heat, Drop top two seat You can keep the jeep while I creep Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor One two three nigga [Kurupt] I'm gettin' dusted, In the back of a six hundred Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it All I want's my cash, and my bundles Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel In Philly respect, Gotham motherfucka You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfucka? Hit the form then rock, Bitches in flocks Watch in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt [Hook: Buckshot] Fuckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt, Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's what's up, nigga what We about to tear shit up Nigga what, we about to light shit up Walk the wrong side of the block Face the right side of the glock Nigga shit don't stop Nigga what, we about to light shit up Nigga what, we about to tear shit up [Outro: Buckshot (Kurupt)] Tear shit up nigga what We about to light shit Nigga what (Buckshot) Tear shit up (Shoot 'em down) We about to light shit up (Valentino) Young Gotti (Kurupt) (Buckshot), the bee bee eyed Nigga what you got? You fake ass motherfuckas Nah what I'm sayin' Broke niggas, Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt One thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm, We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
[all together]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! [repeat 4X] [Hittman] Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?" [Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out [Kurupt] Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high, all my ladies let's get high (hiiiiigh..) high (hiiiiigh..) Let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics] Down to.. YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES? Mel-Man what's crackin? Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? [Ms. Roq] Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch! I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz! |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
featuring Deadly Venoms
[Kurupt] DV.... DV.. Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 1: Yo yo yo yo yo yo Fuck this who want to bring the ruckus Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers You's a live ass snitch Well shame on the name we might bust your shit And throw mad game nigga and push your whip And shake them thangs and hit four, five six Below you ain't know get at me Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough The cops'll watch your do' So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo' And if them niggas not swipe We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb Damn, why they make me want to pull out a gun? First name's Camille, Camille's name be on When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond See catch me out in the night pouring style and form And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on Bitches, bitches be on My bitches, bitches be on Verse 2: Yo, yo, yo I'ma give you something in rhythm feel Ya'll need be loco, Dig a hole in you bolo Look out for dolo Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo On the creek and point anything sleep Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep We be coming, on the regular we be coming Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry Making me deam stacking up that man for CREAM Torch the green have you all open like beam Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits Shorty gettin' played like a midget Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches Need 'em to throw your pitches having you leaving your misses What I got to do is this, hand me your business, step off my premises, Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE, And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze Yeah we always Bring The Pain and Misdemeanour Know we can't stand the rain Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load Cause we can reload, cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Chorus: Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 3: I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll The name is the Python you know what I'm about ya'll Yo, yo, yo, I pop bras like Bruno I take your money from shooting rap to uno Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though I had a crush like a DAT now I try to master phones like that Carolina be my home town Still living with my parents even though I'm grown now Time to roam now I don't think that ya'll can handle us Made our mark in the East now we hitting Los Angeles You can't delust a man wid lust When I been up on the mic you can never get enough Make you palms wet and I ain't even gettin' calm yet Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat Chorus Verse 4: Kurupt I'm from the West ya'll Bringing niggas stress ya'll Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas The homey stomped it and I'm spraying with niggas I got the cash to have keys to blast You a sucker nigga, Sucker punk MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA Trying to strip me a my Vans that's all I gather man Mr. Matter of fact, Calicos and dates What you want to get your shit lit to Blaze Like Johnny you can play like Ricky Davoni But you ain't a player nigga ain't got the heart to lay a nigga Automatic spray a nigga, Soon as I came went like calm in the Grand Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from If it ain't about loot then I'ma shoot and run What you supposed to be, Raw? Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog Bust a five star dog, I want all ya'll I know the niggas know where the weed be It's the live shit need to be Fucking round in my decent (nigga) Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga) Saturate like a sieve (nigga) Take a toke and get blown Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload 'xplode and unload 'xplode and unload 'xpload and unload Chorus Verse 5: We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll Dirty kid want to hit that wid a leash ya'll I be the mic wrecker, Spinner One coming through wid the double decker Double pound in your crew Uhhh, Forced to recognise make arrive Don't have to par and block you we just break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style you know my steeze I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees Viper, break more backs than Paul Backland in Kahkland Nigga deny drama could happen First test my skills I came to rap shit for real Venom Squad be the only squad that be ill First of all I ride your back like a jackass Jack still loose on the chaka with the L Coming from the East representing both sides Kurupt, the Venoms, that's how we keep it tight Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? [Kurupt] Yo I'm from the West ya'll Busting 'cause a stress ya'll Fuck the best ya'll Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas Chorus (3x) Gangsta style... Uhh, Uhh Protect ya Neck Massive Poison plants |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?) Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up) What they're doing? they're trying to... They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They're trying to set me up, but check it out This is it, call it how you wanna call it Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting How do you want it? i said we could spread arms Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right? Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em) It's a million to one, kurupt with one gun And a whole backyard of ammo Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end You see that nigga he ride with, do him in This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me There's no (??) when you're playing russian roulette They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me Young gotti, (??) Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up <i>[Chorus:]</i> I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table And i don't give a fuck who you got with you You played me, you're kane and i'm abel Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up) Don't you know? you fuck around with death sentinel If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga) Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold That's how motherfuckers get murdered Hit the (??), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers Holler at the big homie slop (what up slop? what's up y'all?) Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick Get this rap slapped in the clip You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly Friction, i can feel it all around me, my intuition La gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently Busting, dusting niggaz off silently I ain't even trying to be what i can be or could handle But niggaz trying to make me an example Go over to the west (to the west), niggaz wanna feud Go back to the east (to the east), niggaz wanna feud I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what, Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (i don't know) <i>[Chorus]</i> It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga Can't help it, hoes come through Me set, i know 'em, they're out to set me They wanna get me, get the homies The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like? Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me See all the homies, i make loot like spike lee Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins I give a fuck nigga, i could stay busting And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz Earthquake ass niggaz, i shake these niggaz Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time Wanna fuck with kurupt, i just sit, prepare the rhyme Now i'm all about the cash nigga Thinking you could come through You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> Murdered... What? attack assassins, huh Just ask the homie d, he rides with me Just ask the homie snoop, s-n-double o-p, he rides with me Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me Top doggs, d-o-double g's, they ride with me Ask my homie big (??), he rides with me Ask the big homeboy b, he rides with me And the homie d, slop, what? they ride with me Big c, he rides with me Big tray d rides with me Big sean d rides with me Big breez, he rides with me K-u-r-u-p-t, beeitch! |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt & Trigga]</i>
<i>[Trigga?]</i> Yeah, yeh what the deal dog (Where you from?) BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah what the dealy Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best Dogg Pound's the best <i>[Verse 1: Trigga]</i> Mic accurate, trade darts TL Slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring Get mashed out initiation face slashed out Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar Eye on me, feds spy on me It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof Level head the liable and leave ya for dead Fill fulla lead Incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays I guess it's the American ways Far from slaves, Yet behind bars and cage Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage <i>[Verse 2: Baby S]</i> It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin' See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin' I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash My intention to smash fast plex on elevators Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader I'm major now, women hit me on my pager While I'm puffin' on the bombay, The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay <i>[Hook:]</i> Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 3: Short Khop]</i> Got the session on lockdown Make way for the cocked pound Best to give it all you got now fool For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture Run up and extort ya Abort ya missions, Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat Where the bomb at, chop up on that Niggas I been there and done that Catch a contact By drainin', try trainin' Holla when you've perfected ya aimin' Ready for a taming And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest Anything to the left of monotonous Mister Khopadopalous, Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened <i>[Verse 4: Kurupt]</i> Check it out, got games, crackle Clash of the titans up against the crackin' Come to fuck you up, stuck you up Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt What the fuck you want? All at you motherfucking small fry small guy Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat Run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket But first strip his pockets He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya, Drex Luthor ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, Double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop <i>[Hook:]</i> When you see me wid the DPG Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high And if you see me in the ING Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 5: El-Drex]</i> Yo, yo, verbal seizures Coming from the black Johnny Fever You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder, At this point you realise that you ain't really need her Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive Betta contact ya physician for over dosage You lost ya focus, realise what you get A little bit of good shit And alot of bullshit, Now you wounded, So you got exactly what you earned You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return <i>[Hook:]</i> When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E Just walk on by, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high <i>[Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']</i> All I wanna say, FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN! Yo, first of all, After all this is over, We still all go to sleep, And we still wake up in the morning, So give thanks to God, Cause he loves us For real, for real |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Man get yo punk ass down Come on let's go let's go, shots, we out
Fuck all y'all homeboys, yeah that's what I said All up in the shadows with calico's in the fo' Dippin' in my lo-lo I'm a mutha fucking fool G stands for gangsta first and foremost Posting with my pistols, holding my pose MC dipping not giving a fuck Kurupt slide, Daz roll I'm shotgun in the ride Like nigga did you see that motherfucker over there? The first motherfucker with his hood in the air Round up the homies in the park 12 double-O, afternoon check the homies heart Shit's about to spark, thunderdome popping off When you checking niggas heart they start dropping off I'm a gangsta a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch Walk, gangstas just walkin' Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk Count the homies off by the tens, and rows of fives If we all don't get the fuck in we ride That's how the gangstas move, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga Making money and the fame for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga You thought you had a grip, well we did too That's why me and the homies decided to come through Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round Whip out the fo' pound, dump 'cause he's moving around I bet he never move again, the next time a motherfucker say stay down On the ground, I bet he won't make a sound This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, hit a switch Me and D-a-z like bitch pay me That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *Repeat Have you ever once looked back, looked into the mirror Saw your self falling flat, like where the fuck am I at? I'm sick of this shit, I'm a put it all on the line Before Daz start slapping bitches out they mind Like bitch you wanna get slapped out your mind? Bitches I'm a tell ya one more time, see We can do anything, pull any ho Do anything we wanna do don't you know Kurupt and Daz, Daz and Kurupt, lick it up I'm a aqua-boogie with a bitch walking up and down the strip Not giving a fuck bitch, Daz dropping gangsta shit It's nine let's get high, ya ho's need a ten This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, snatch a snitch Me and D-a-z G, bitch pay me That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *Repeat just 4 lines See me, it ain't a thang for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga (La la la la la la la la) [What about you.. what about him?.. (repeated)] |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck To my baby girl Denim You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style Ha, check it, I wanna fuck To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck Young ladies, I wanna fuck I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what <i>[Chorus (2X):]</i> Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck (fuck) You wanna act, I wanna fuck (fuck) No time for rap, just wanna fuck You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what You never stop suckin me off For as long as I'm breakin you off I never go soft Show you who's boss But you got to stay wet for me to confess That you fuck best than all the rest See me personally murder the weed Loving the speed, rumble the seeds Fucking and hee, funny's runnin with me Have you comin for me You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and Definitely nasty under ?? freeze, grab me a Henney Bow down surrender to me <i>[Kurupt:]</i> You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut All over your face and on your butt Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs She get crazy for cocoa nuts Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed Kick over the lamp shade Ass come equipped with an ash tray Call me a taxi, I'm nasty Don't be nervous, check my escort service Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it (Dogg Poung Gangstaville) Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis Wild sex and me now that's monotonous I'm man floss the rocks and shit Quick to have your baby momma coppin it (baby momma coppin it) Might as give you well till I take you home Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan Promise me baby that I can take you home Take you to my room Confront the freak in you Run you through my groove Hey, that's what you wanna do <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder I'm all about sex, getting pussy that's wet Fucking bitches in the stretch Riding to the bank, cashing my checks Smoking, sipping 'Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left Telling me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it Just get down on the floor and strip naked You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass Fifty five cheaters, quick ass We get ass, we get cash And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka This is how we do it over here nigga Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga I guess I got to tell them what the time they were Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Let's play house, what you talkin bout Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out All the way from Philly to the dirty south You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus to end with variations]</i> |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Huh, Ride ride, ride ride, ride, gangstas
We ride, fuck these niggas Daz, fuck 'em Bust a bitch nigga Please believe that Motherfuckers wanna come through my block, shoot up and serve they rocks Uh uh, here we come nigga to shut down your block Recognize when the nine go pop, that's when they homeboys drop With a plastic glock made his body lay cold, 12 shots Nigga tell me what it is, y'all done lost it and forgot Did I run this motherfucker from the bottom to top We blast and dash with cops because we just don't give a fuck When you see me nigga, better hide and duck With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right Cuz we on a mission all out hunt, smoking hunts Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious It's like a force I can't control it, you see it in mine That's when you get burn and you learn, stop fucking with mine (buck, buck, buck) We intervene and puff green, loaded and high Cuz tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, some niggas gone die How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight Not you, not you, not you We never gave a fuck, so what the fuck we gone start? Snatching arms off, bust and puncture your heart Don't trip homie, I ain't get 'em yet I'm a penal system vet, off of cigarettes A mushroom high, get 'em back now sherm right out the bucket, fuck it Pull it out and pass it around and boom boom up and down Never knew such a thing could happen, Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let's start scrapping I'm tiny as fuck, never bow down to nann nigga Beware nigga, all gangstas over here nigga I'm tired of these ho's, I'm a let you niggas know The ho you love nigga gotta hell-a-fide blow Listen Bitch, all you'll ever be is a bitch All you'll ever be to me is a bitch Can't help it but I keep my mind right nigga The poltergeist nigga Once or twice, twice as nice pulling a heist nigga Never gave a fuck and I don't ever think I will I'm quick to pull out the glock and pop like pills *How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch you slippin' If your bloodin' and crippin' nigga your done for and finished Been in it since the beginning, peeling niggas caps back On the for realla my nigga cuz it's like that Girl it ain't but play to bone, we make a living jacking niggas 16, 15, and 7 figga niggas (all y'all bitches) Beware, 101, Get your gun And prepare, to get done, blast and run That's right, that's right, pull it out let the bullets fly Pull it back and fly high, And fuck the rest, aim and life and live, Till everything in this motherfucker get hit and burned to a crisp You heard it right, murder, tonight, today See everyone in every way Calypso, unloading a clip though on you ho's Blazin' up the crip though pictures get painted like Vangoh, I wanna know *Repeat |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
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 I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money maker she got paper she bout to trip 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 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 Now 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 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 At the ho tel mo tel or the Holiday Inn I said if that bitch keep fuckin up 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 Gimme some cash pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new I thought you knew I knew you would you wish you could break a G down break me down But I'm a see you on the rebound D P style 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 |
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| from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<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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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this..
shit) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day I'm comin out! Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you singin the sparks Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's For all my real niggaz behind bars Scared for life, from the blade of a knife The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest or die when your bitch ass death I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead You can't hang, nigga die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die Blind ya when we comin from behind *Here we are (here we are) and there they are (there they are) Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) (x2) *Repeat Where's a herb, call the choreographer the murderer Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary Death is more, another life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's.. Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a major way! We're in the land where it's banned from man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?) I roll with Crips dippin for the chips Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells but nigga, you snitch and tell leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!) Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up On a mission for tuition, I need bucks Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh) *Repeat (x2) Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up On some niggaz who try to get buck In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come do what they do, and put they work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play Like everyday, all day You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!) To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga come get it Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine Livin the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch! *Repeat (x3) Kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here Choke out! PLO! KILL 'EM!... |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitches planned it My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul You know, the way the games gettin sold Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) get in get in too (get on it) let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
I lost my eye
Yeah, what up baby? Gangstas Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti Gang of bitches in her, cuz That's what I'm talking about Look that hoe shakin her ass Big ass titties This is how the G's move Baby won't you come and see if you wanna be down wit us (Wit us) No need for all that bullshit I'ma gangsta livin gangstafied just givin it up I just down a fos fill Turned it off, made her strip down to her drawers The next stage, as we turned the page Enter in a different stage of this pimp hall game I'm like "Baby you lookin bomb" I tell her again Like "Baby you lookin bomb" light complexion skin Got a picture of her butt-ass naked she laugh Later that night I got that pussy then she asked me for Daz You like it wild and kinky, gettin freaky takin off your bikini Grant my wish like genie Because you might get G'd if you don't suck dick Break out the weed and drank cus we lis Sippin tequila and all black beamer Bitches watchin and jockin and seein a nigga gleamin Can I fuckin get paid sip liquor in the shade Amaze the bitch worked dick so many ways She said "Oooooh, I like it when you do it and you knowin that my pussy's tight" She said "Oooooh, Is you a nigga that can do it can ya ass fuck harder tonight?" I said "Oooooh, Bitch I wanna fuck, can you do it like this and that?" So lay yo punk ass head back bitch And listen to sounds of Kurupt and Daz, ya trick bitch *Gitta Strippin, take it off These hoes came to the party to break it off Daz what the fuck is that? (Kurupt what the fuck is this?) A gang of bitches to eat a gang of dick Now bitches aint shit They gobble dicks, eat nuts Blow balls in the Cut In the halls all y'all Gitta Strippin, take it off The hoes came to the party to break it off She said "Kurupt and Daz what's your fantasy?" That you would never have had a piece of ass for me Then when you get it one nigga to come after me Then she worked on a player so drastically Baby got nasty, when you least expect it The one that get so drunk and get butt naked We don't be trippin when we walk inside the club Chillin with a bitch by the name of Love See Love was the girl who liked that dick Plus liked that clit and liked freaky shit Fucked up off liquor and I don't give a fuck And so is every nigga that you seein pull up From our hood, we come in dipped then come out Get a bad bitch to grab my dick and suck the cum out I'm tranquilized; I'm out my mind All I want is my dick licked a million times Girl, with those lips I wonder what you could do, girl Probably miracles, and I got to smoke it Get high, and you can lick dick till you start chockin Look at my face bitch, I ain't jokin I'm smooth, I'ma muthafucka, get high as the moon I'm the nigga that's quick to kick a bitch out the room If y'all aint givin up no pussy y'all gots to get the fuck up outta her right now (Right now, bitch) *Repeat (x2) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Yo Barshawn Gimmewhutchagot nigga Come and drip into the realm of the X-files Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Get your position correct Get your ammunition correct The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!) I got a quarter-key You wanna to try to stick me for it? Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga Fantasies never formulate So when you get the formula to format Restructure and reshape Relax or we take all We make sure we shake all We shake tame or aim or flame all A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!) I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo For the first time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop See I done paid my dues Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin Either or, it could happen Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin I bet next time you stay in a child's place This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein If so happen you did that Where the fuck you expect the rest at? We got that too comin through a quarter to two Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew Mad tight, but that's life I learned the game Same cats that you roll with will split your game See I'm in it for the cheese nigga Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) <i>[Kurupt:]</i> I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs And collar clothes impact and enthrone Gone, zone the dome and then blown I heard raw before I saw raw before Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's Me and my nigga Shawn What you got weight on your shoulders The freons gettin colder Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners I got a beam on you chest-high Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right I spreads like bad news Bitches get played like the blues Blowin dicks like whistles Launch like missles Pop like pistols And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos Cuz I refuse to chill like EP I prefer to get high live with the DP You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle It's a storm, form reform your label form Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm <i>[Chorus]</i> Kurupt, young Gotti West Coast, East Coast nigga Raw doggs <i>[Chorus]</i> Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze) Only the survivors survive in the world of survival Where your rivals always want to make it seem like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots You know exactly what it is (you know!) You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool) What five lessons five chapters, I'ma start How you gonna make a couple dollars When you roam in zones filled with cowards Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker) I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid 'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game With all them niggaz that you got by your side You learned by yourself that the only way to ride I'ma put you up on (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain I roll with my girl and weeds All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no) But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3 I got... Chorus (2x): (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain Once you realize you'll never live without (game) Get paid without, no moves made without (game) It's the force, the call of the holocaust Go against the source, end up lost The portrait of a wild puma Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels With no one to help us I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless Oversellers envious and jealous Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles I saw a view through the eyes Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs When the pump gets to pumping, niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds Fuck 'em with veterans, with game... Chorus (2x) One time, on time Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all One time, yeah I love to brawl One time (give it up), one time (give it up) Check it out It's hard to sustain and maintain through life With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez That's the word, came up from flipping birds Words travel like black talents The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence How you gonna make it to the next stage If one second you're broke, the next minute paid Now you got the police planning Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons If it was me, I'd move silently Prepare warfare, react violently Lou is too flashy, new clothes (???) with hoes, and got penetrated He had too many hoes knowing where he resides Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game Shh... Know what? Chorus (3x) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
featuring Daz Dillinger
Daz: ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh... Kurupt: G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?) Better ask your folks about the D O double G's How long could the war last on a warpath? We're still heat nigga still signing autographs Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest I fuck around and call it crisis with preciseness, and precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits. So how soon could you pump up the volume Hand you your ends and pump up my album Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours Cocking back your name, blasting anything Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital G-are, Gang Related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming 'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!) I fade in to see how Baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit DPG completely, running through shit We are (fresh) (repeat) break it down Daz (Kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (kick that shit) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (bitch) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on, come on, sing it) It's just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass You know I'm the rawest MC with it Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head Keep busting till he's dead D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big see Style The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's D-A-Z, he made the beat, 'cause we are... Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, 'cause we are icons |
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