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from Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
Your Gyrlfriend
(Girl) Yeah right, I ain't no motha fucking hoe My home girl a hoe Shit nigga, I got my own shit And I'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but shit. . . (Kurupt) Just another day sunny C-A-L, try to pass and tell, I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell, But whats this? This nigga actin just like the bitch, Cause he like the bitch, He just like the bitch, Your girl ain't nothing but a bitch leavin messages on all on nigga's service, You actin jus like the hoe, Actin' like he don't know, The all-mighty, ball-blowing, like jaws a lil lower. You hit the spot? Perfect bitch, Ever seen your bitch when she slurp on dicks? With that birth mark right on her upper thigh, With a mouth like that I don't sympathize, She do things with her mouth you gotta see wit your own two eyes bitch nigga actin surprised, See Daz beat the cock, But you love the bitch, See be eatin dicks and you kissin the bitch, (Corus (Daz)) You know. . .that I know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is a hoe, I know. . .that you know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is my hoe. (Kurupt) I want it blow, Get it on. Drop 6-6 on 5 hoes nigga its on. Cadillac domes, Magnum and chromes, Put it, strap it on, Dont take it off more than 3 days it'll (??) Get the whole tip of your dick burned off, Fuck around with that bitch of yours, She's no different from the rest of the whores. Might be nasty, unclassy, sassy, untrustworthy plastic bitch. And you got the nerve to fall in love with the bitch, And actin' like your ballin Captain Fall In Love With a Bitch, Now you know about the girl that you chose to love, Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from K-Dubb. Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for the smokin up. In the cut, take this game and start soakin up. Hookin' up with Jesus what I see, While Daz takin' your bitch upstairs I be, Waitin' to fuck the bitch my goddam self, with 18 rubbers, cause your bitch is hazardes to my health. and you know, like I know, that your trick ass, skanky ass bitch is a hoe Chorus (Daz) Any Nigga can get the pussie, (Nah I don't think so) All it takes is some time, (yeah that's right!) You can hit it like you want it, (UHhhh) Hit up or from behind. (Girl) You aint stickin that big dick up in my ass uh-uh, that shit looks ferousis. oh I'm straight nigga. Pelase Be-weave-it (Kurupt) Shut the fuck up bitch, Eat a dick bitch, Eat a bowl of shit bitch, Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws. Take a pill bitch, chill bitch. Jerk your jaws, Eat the pussy in then work the walls. I seen that nigga last week it's like this, What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch. Chorus x 2 1/4 BEITCH!!!! (Fuck You) |
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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 Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
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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 - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Daz) When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin Hoppin Up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, What a Fun Day Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way Diggy Daz a busta ain't had enough against Rough and Tough but its never to much Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed AK front to the back cause we hard to fade We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmmin to Rumble in the Jungle like Ali and Foreman We rippin it up, we be givin it up On the daily homeboy we be givin it up We be cuttin it up scufflin, mufflin it up Homeboy Diggy Daz (Now With Kurupt) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Kurupt) Livin it Up--shakin, makin the hood turn Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn Flippin Stickin fool for chicken, scrapin the curbs Scrappin for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird I'm On it Homey, me and my homegirl Diamond Down With the nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin Daz, my closest homeboy California lickin switches a couple toys I'm tired retirin a couple jerseys Went From the sunny state to Jersey, puffin Hershey Let off, get off, or get spin off spit off set off spun of te chest off the roof--a hundred and seventy eight prof of boost Ganster Daz and Kurupt let loose This is it, short change dip wit us Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) (Kurupt) Im tired of this (this) I'm tired of that (that) I'm bout to bust fool where's the strap G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo' Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go Calico excursions, different diversions Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey on the corner chippin the curb and any busta get close enough we servin (Daz) Homey Dont get nervous Beware, thats Kurupt, fool beware Rippin it up so you better beware of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up You and all Your crap crew get bruised up I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine and pay dues and now I'm livin the life of crime Switched Up, hit em up, blast or get em up Forty-Five, Tec nines blast to hit em up Aww Yeah Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us) |
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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 Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
[Kurupt]
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise We cap to ride, cap to homicide It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul It's Dat Nigga Daz (Kurupt we don't give a fuck like nigga whattup?) Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt It's fatal fire blaze, Sherm with a perm Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day Sunny Cali-for-ni-a, the G way display how to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders and scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light Pull up then drive to the right It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right Chorus: Latoya Welcome home... into L.A. Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play It's been too long... just to seen you come around Now we can have a good time... just watch your back, when you're comin through this town |
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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 Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
(Kurupt)
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like Muggsy Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun with a platoon of backwards ass buffoons Ready to shoot anything that moves Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon" Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes So I'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me? Heard that, word don't pass the front do' before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo' Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater Two pumps ready for a riot Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit I been down with the twist since eighty-six Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I'm jackin for Daytons Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols Time for war this is when the heart's exposed Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw And that's all, end to anything before In a world war, off like a Concorde jet But fool, D.P.G.'s the set In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed Change up the game, cock, sparks explode Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies Flippin birds and servin ki's I'm with King T and Tha Liks, Alkahol-ed it up like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick! I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank Crystallized coke and limes, I don't give a fuck! |
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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 Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
(Kurupt)
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt (Chorus) The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers (Daz) Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop (Chorus) (Kurupt) I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) (Daz) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, i knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches (Chorus) (Childs voice) Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga) |
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from Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
Hook: 2x
Rock the beat Rock the beat This is for my killas That shoot tequilla con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on(Rock the beat) To get their creep on(Rock the beat) To get their drink on(Rock the beat) To get their smoke on(Rock the beat) Verse 1: Kurupt Blaze up Blaze up All the homies bang Round up all the little locs, high as the sky Smash and mash your body, just another day Real high until your pistols reach the sky Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change So fuck where you from Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip Not giving a fuck is the motto Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga) And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga Hit the liquor store for sure Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four) Hook: 2x Verse 2: T-Moe Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures Make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers Make a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich Overnight flight to the top, first class Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit) Fast as you want to be Lady just follow me I'm a southwest G Team with Kurupt Straight giving a fuck I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up Finish up when I bust a nut I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag Acting all bad, make me mad So be the first to blast Miss Niva(Niva, Niva) Hook: 2x Verse 3: Kurupt We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots Come around here and you will get shot Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block Pop, pop one of they homies drop I told y'all niggas never to come around here Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark Like the fourth of July when the candles spark Always knew what I wanted to see That's having big paper have many g's Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me Blast any nigga who step to me Verse 4: Daz We will take your shit Whoop your ass Fuck your bitch Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick Y'all niggas can't fuck with this Hook: 2x |
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from Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
Daz:
Aw yeah! Right about now it's time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I (Wait a minute, um) Crooked I: This is the art of, manslaughter When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water You entered the wrong scuffle You catchin' a chrome buckle I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles Deliver the sick verbals My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground, your body spin around, in six circles Diminishin' infamous menaces I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region Freezin g's in your legion Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician It's all about Crooked These bitches shout Crooked I'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh? Can you fucc with this? Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC shit Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?! Kurupt: Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts The storm, my vocals float like arts In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme My microphone massacres every year the same time With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker Up against the microphone night stalker With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me As you can see I continue mashin' MCs Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer Extra-terrestrial microphone terror In effect, get infected Tell me what the fucc you expected These venemous injections I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections From these poisenous melodies and selections I select the methods of slow anguish I mangle shit with my language Tell me, have you ever seen one elope With the microphone In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode Baboom, alone in my own zone So don't compare me to none Not one's nearly Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories Sincerely, I could have the spot locked Niggas get stoned for touching microphones with no knowledge on how to rock Daz: Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house Alkaholiks! Xzibit: When I was enlisted I came to the table double fisted Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy It'll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run See we do it how it can't be done I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won Or direct descendant of the gatling gun Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one That aint a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street Ready to repeat, round after after round at you All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus My Dogg Kurupt Daz: Yeah, no shit Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that That's what I'm talkin' about West coast, we been doin' this shit for years Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that Battlecat (Don't step up) Right, right (Don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt) Huh, huh, huh (Get get get get hurt) Whatcha say Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle (Get hurt, get get get get hurt) That's what I'm talkin' about Daz Dillinger (Don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt) Break it down, break it down Huh (mixed with Battlecat's scratching) Motherfuccas can't fade this shit |
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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 Raekwon - Samurydas [single] (2011)
까페뮤직 For Gr..
ttj25 Dilemma (Feat. Kelly Rowland) (Edited) Nelly Heaven Ginuwine Still Not A Player (Feat. Joe) Big Punish.. 곡 60 | 담기 38 | 추천 6 |
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from Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
W Ballz D.J.)
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting Provided by mother fucking emina huh? (Daz Dillinger) (in background) Enema!!! (W Ballz D.J.) Emena... not enema... Enema! I'm saying it baby, I just said it low (Daz) (in background) In your ass (W Ballz D.J.) In your motherfucking asshole Ok like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch (Kurupt) Man what a bitch, gangster shit Paws scrap up the cement then bend I never love me a ho Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas Fuck all y'all niggas, sawed off y'all niggas And I'm quick to pull out Gangster shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth (Daz Dillinger) As I skip to my loo C walking, G talking I'm a gangster cold hearted, sick dumb and retarted Came up this far without a bullet proof vest (yeah) Ran with the best, sport khaki's again Always stay fresh won't settle for less Looped out, said now (Soopafly) Man these nigga on deck Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly coming through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few The D P locced out, niggas get choked out Smoked out niggas and I'll fuck you with no doubt (Tray Deee) Gangster gangster tell me how you do it It seems so simple like there was nothing to it Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. (Jayo Felony) I had so much beef I should've fucked in my colon But I sent them off deprived, with both their fucking eyes swollen Everything stolen, and it still risked rolling niggas can't see me cause I kill shit blowing I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats A K 47 street Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler Mother fucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher You don't wanna see my style like click click pow Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child The enemy wanna diss nigga but how could he? With hookers and hoodies with a bag full of goodies (what what what what?) What? Now take that for what it's worth I terrorize your territory and take over your turf All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a nerf Nasty as after birth they say ooh after the verse (Snoop Dogg) I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial niggas know me homey, the O G West Coast Don I smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2 1's Not to mention all my No Limit niggas now We do it G style like big C Style Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that L B, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that L B, Represent that P.A.C. (Snoop Dogg) What what? My freestyle worth about a ticket now So to kick a style you gotta kick me down Every nigga from the pound getting paid now Hey now, big bow wow honey child I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it We's a D P G committee (Kurupt) (Snoop Dogg) fuck that bitch, Dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch That trick that goofy ass bitch Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip Fucking gangster shit 20 insane sixty crip 19th street crip, where the gangsters hang It's a gang thang we all gang bang (Daz Dillinger) Hold up (Wait A Minute!!!) All my niggas get (Gangster With It!!!) Tick tock (Crip Walk) And prepare to get ill when the gangsters talk (hey hey) Sagging and flagging with the 7 tray rag Smoking like a dragon with the 4 - 4 cannon Be the last man standing whipping niggas at random Gray and Blue bandanna's who riding is standard So what y'all wanna say? (Huh, huh?) What y'all wanna do? (Huh, what?) (Butch) You niggas tripping, while I'm steady dipping Throw your clip in, since y'all all flipping Rolling capers, while I'm getting papers Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors Everyone around is soon to see Ain't nobody coming close to me Keep hanging 'round and you'll believe Chorus: computer voice Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C. Represent that Long Beach, Represent that Long Beach Represent that... (W Ballz D.J.) Let's take it off like this bitch... bitch please...you ain't knowing The broadcast is directed by motherfucking Snoop Doggy Dogg and his big nuts If your not knowing, ya know! We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though 187.4 in your asshole like this If your not knowing now your blowing... Shabadoo huh? We gonna kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C. Fuck I heard it was uh... D.P.G. |
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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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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
(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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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 Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
(Intro: Snoop Dogg)
DPG (G), C (repeat 4 times) (Verse One: Kurupt) Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000, all the computers crash I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy I'mma live long homeboy Too deep, too strong homeboy We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy It's on homeboy Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy D-A-Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee Big C-Style and Mitch made to be Shine Dogg gettin' super-high lit High-flyin' high super-duper high We super-duper fly I put ya in the mix I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit Bitch, where's the grip? (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing* , (Snoop Dogg)) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (DPG {G}, C) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (Verse Two: Warren G, Nate Dogg *singing*) (Warren G) What I'mma do, I'mma bang on the beat What I'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you Everybody talkin' 'bout Money Ain't A Thang Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang If you was hard as me, I'm as hard as you Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc So don't let the crossover fool ya I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch (Nate Dogg) Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin' still Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang Hang wit' DPG and I can give ya game Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games (Snoop) DPG (G), C (Break: Kurupt *talking*) Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... Dogg Pound Gangstas... FUCK Y'ALL! (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up (Verse Three: Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Soopa Fly) (Tray Dee) Yeah, I'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit Tray Dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street Triple-X sweatshirt with blue Chucks on feet Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes Neva doze when I rose, let the chrome explode (Snoop Dogg) Man I wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta Fo'eva', Wheneva', Howeva', down fo' whateva' Recognize game when it hits ya Nigga, if ya slip up Doggy Dogg's gonna get-'cha Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine Just before I was taught, how ta gangbang All my peers through the years know That Snoop Dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do' And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know Man I been through so much and I'm still goin' through it But fuck all that, I got ta stay into it I knew the job was dangerous when I took it Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it I was so eager, just trynna get involved But now's I gots ta represent for me and my Doggs (Soopa Fly) Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta' Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt Paperboy wit' a new route When I'm in front, they watch behind me Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga (nigga) Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo' I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through MOTHAFUCKAAZ!! HAHA!! (Break: Snoop Dogg *talking* ("DPG {G}, C" said 4 times in background)) Dogg Pound... mothafuckin' Gangstas... 1999, back up in this BI-YAI-ITCH! Eastside up, Eastsidaz! And niggas thought we fell off... (Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg *talking*), ("DPG {G}, C" said 8 times in a row, then once again)) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, (Dogg Pound in this mothafucka) I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) C'mon homies give it up (Ride on, ride on) I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C) Neva Gonna Give It Up C'mon homies give it up I'm still... (fades away) |
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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 Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
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 Tha Dogg Pound - Death Row Presents Tha Dogg Pound 2002 (2002) | |||||
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from Kurupt - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha (1999)
(Kurupt (talking))
Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle (KRS-One) Yes, yes y'all! yeah yeah y'all! (uh) KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh) yeah Kurupt, y'all Time to check it out, uh huh Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea) KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea) you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!) (Verse 1 (KRS-One)) I laugh at that, your whole premise is off I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77 i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it I spit lead into better men you a veteran, aint no tellin' what i send to get them yet another one My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again (unintelligible) (Verse 2 (Kurupt)) Then again i noticed that everybody Think they can fuck with us But luckily i noticed Everybody want to be close to us Tryin' to bust when they bust I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us My style's out this universe Words that serve all these emcees They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew KRS, it's on you, baby (Verse 3 (KRS-One)) True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down and makin' them frown, true underground not a class clown copy, guilty ass, papi I roll with the mash out posse The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE! My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows The best nose, goes live at breath shows (Verse 4 (Kurupt)) See i heard it before, word it before Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all Fuck around with us the top dog Murder all y'all, my minds incredible I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness! What rhymes he creates! "Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka (KRS-One) Uh! like that! Yeah uh huh! like that! Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic) (Yeah!) (Verse 5 (KRS-One)) Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive But i represent emcees now out in.. (Verse 6 (Kurupt)) Yeah, no doubt I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin every emcee from here to Compton Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin' The last round, the last nigga knocked down Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this The lyricist poltergiest is way nice Break and take them in freezers just like ice Fuck around with me, O.G Yo, we so precise (Verse 7 (KRS-One)) You know the teacher's agenda We will be here forever You plottin' to surrender Action start, you start -- tremor Never lose my temper, when my temple member You know the center of the dope beat, remember (Kurupt) Yea yea! haha! raw dog assassin style KRS and kurupt! (KRS-One) Yea yea y'all! uh huh! like this, like this (Verse 8 (Kurupt)) Yeah we make them bounce I make them bounce we make them bounce Yo, i make them bounce Yo, i blaze a ounce Yeah, i blaze a ounce I'm gonna bounce to the ounce When the homies come through Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you I leave ya flat, homie You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie I leave you all alone, in the danger zone Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin' Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin' Me and Kris, we do it just like this Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this (Verse 9 (KRS-One)) Thats right y'all You heard what the man said KRS-One styles could never be dead Thats why we still in-in the studio Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place You know what time it is We got to come back again I got my friend, i cant remember his name again But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin' Remember the skills that out the box, we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track Come and get some'a that pass it right back Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this Now come back and represent beside the Kris (Verse 10 (Kurupt)) Clap your hands, get it all together then See me come through, me and Kris Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you But we start severin' -- heads Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game, Seen the game, so im televisin the game Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game They shook down they took down, shook like clowns See me rockin' i be rockin all around Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth, Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee And that's my homie, O.G to me Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick (KRS-One) Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down Boogey Down production, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!) Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic) (Dogs barking and howling) |
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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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