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from Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
Mac Shawn:
Daz nigga wanna hoes right here man These bitches better have a rack on A G strap Daz Dillinger: I had one hell of a night Two freak ass ??? F**ked me and sucked me Like hell of ??? Name Jackie Sweat like ??? With an earing on her tittie and a ring on her toung I said lay back and let me hit the cat Down to fifty hennessy and plus we smoked a sack I got busy on the cop In back of the track I'm like word that you heard Nigga don't stop Mac Shawn I had this bad ass bitch She was freaking me All up on that ecstasy A bad defeat Malcome X Nothing going on but some serious sex Throw your hands to the back Like a porno fleck What's con is it Don't bust a glock Layed back F**k bitch and I'm gonna rock the cock See I'm back again With this fresh pimp and all my nigga We all in and everything Is on a hoe and some of you niggas Just don't know Daz: I said you just don't know I said you just don't know Hook 2X You know {you know} and he knows {and he knows} and we know {and we know} That yourgirlfriend is still a hoe You punk bitch Daz Dillinger: She was a pretty thang but a nasty freak They used to f**k her older sister By the name of ??? ????? She used to sing love songs Why she was f**king me pussy, tittie, ass shaking Pry to god Hoe don't scream rape but I busta like a cherry and I squeeze it like ??? Mac Shawn: I put the dick in her face and she loved the taste Now understand why she loved that face 'cause it's a freaky thang but a good thang Not knowin tonight She going to do thangs She preformed on one of us Like never before Imagne that When she hit the flow She sucked and sucked I f**ked and f**ked She paid Mac Shawn and I straight got up Daz: Bitch heres a towel Wipe the nutt of your butt Hook 2X Soopafly: She came over to eat this rap dick Yea I cocked the hoe Yea I kicked game and knocked the hoe A lil' dick love in bitch By the name of ??? I really did'nt kick no game All I said was hey She tourned around Half ass like she was frome the bay Her teeth were so f**ked up Made it hard for here to say What she wanted to do with this dick I gave her a tip Grab this dick like it was a toothbrush In between your lips and scrub Come on bitch scrub I came with that favorite toothpaste you love {sperm} Snatched it out her mouth Kicked that hoe out She begged for the number Like please don't end ot Man I gave the bitch a number to the dentist Sent her on the way Like just don't smile 'cause if one time they see that grill you know they gonna kill you Hook: 3X Mac Shawn: Bitch you was nothing Never will be something We burn rubber on you Raggedy bitch You nothing piece of hoe Imagne that Now Bitch Soopafly the high prince Young Daz Mac-N-Ass Shawn It don't stop bitch raggedy junky hoe F**k you and your friends Bitch and your mother Hoe |
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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 Benzino - Redemption (2002)
MT Benzino Daz Dilly
Yeah... [Daz Dillinger]: Hey I'm back with a hit at then dumpsters plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your tweeters pull out your heaters if your cold warm it up get it up my niggas and my bitches get your hands get em up I gets rough ride I get it raw like never before hard core explore nigga to knock down your door it seems you can't take no more so stick em up now give it up to get your nigga's buck what the fuck I struck a match I tip my hat to the left I get them niggas with the laws of death I got the rep motherfucker my name is Daz I'll whoop ass every day all day I count big ass cash it's just I keep on comin with it I know you're scare with it it's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin mission oh no nigga I'm back with another dose and if you niggas don't know I rock coast to coast I hit you with a click-clack and a pick-pack niggas wanna do that and they said that I did that the D-A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin to fuck a reese Now my niggas you know who run the streets everytime I come around to your club or the spot we got it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell it out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus]: Benzino temperature is risin I want you inside me touchin on my body Boy you got me burnin and I can't hide this feeling I'm extra hot and I'm waitin for you [Benzino]: I'm steady livin and shit you see it's evident I canary wearin it not even hearin ya meet her at the Merridian unforgetable experience hit that I'm killin it macked out I'm swervin it crapped out your nervousness stacks I be deservin them cats I'm not concerned with them who you I never heard of ya act out I murder ya blast out I'm burnin ya niggas ain't that appalin and chicks I be importin them fly that ass Zino put you up in first class she bring a coat for D-A-Z at the crib with L-T feelin doggy-style part three [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your clubs or your spot we get it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell it out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus] [Benzino]: Click clack I'm bustin em hit stacks I'm clutchin em this track I'm crushin em back door I'm rushin it flip rhymes complete with it hit dimes I'm sick with it grit nines I'm spittin it the ass hard he feelin it blast off I'm pealin it drop top be wheelin and everybody be sayin that Benzino is the realest thing now here we go again let's get this dough again fuck it I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show again Chronic steady smokin it the drama never provokin it niggas already knowin that Jacob he keeps me glowin and East we keep it hustlin South they keep it crunk and West they keep it comin and West they keep on gunnin it [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your club or your spot we get it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus] |
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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 Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
[Verse 1]
Motherfucker, cha-pow here I am let's get started off right With a gun or a fight, think you hard You a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to kill Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin' Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin' Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em' Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin' Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chips Nah, get the twelve gauge and load a gob Blowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calm Niggas'll blast, yellin' out "Fuck y'all" While they mashin' steady blastin' Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for right Cause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes [Hook] Can't run, ya can't hide Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it Ya gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeah Can't run, ya can't hide Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it Ya gon' diiiiiie [Verse 2] Took about the same looty to perform my duty Survey this thing to a nigga that knew me Little did I know he was settin' me up Wettin' me up and catch me up Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin' A shotty in hell, I thought I was dead But I'm alive and payback is a mother you fucker I'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin' Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shit Nigga dyin' quick and get ya throat split Comin' out do worse, I love to do work Retaliation, revenge make it hard to live Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin' Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody That nigga Daz and Young Gotti Blast em' with the shot after fleein' the scene Cause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a scheme Grippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shade Writin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign [Hook] [Verse 3] My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleep So I stay awoke and cocked with four five loaded Cautious on my toes at all times, on the grind Mindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zone It's a shame how we do it, how we represent the game Blast and maintain for the money and the fame You know the steelo, nigga we know We get down and dirty because we do low Keep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrong But fuckin' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrong Niggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopper Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it Give my dogs a fat just to get it poppin' Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tell Hard bound but come around where the dogs dwell When ya least expect it, you can die any second Nigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it [Hook] [Daz talkin] Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hide Ha ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself (When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die) Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night (repeat 2X) Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Baby what's ya fantasy? Baby what's ya fantasy? [Daz] *rapping* You want your ass and your pussy chewed out But baby that ain't what I'm about Let me stick all this in your mouth Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that) Let you swim in, the sperm and no ? Throw that pussy into a bottle and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more [Storm] Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile Settle down, oh you wild child Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages So what you say nigga, come and play with me Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan A freaky ass nigga with a big thang Chorus 1/2 [Daz] Tell em Noble! [Young Noble] Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night Uh-huh, you know that ain't right You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE? Knock the tent from 11 to 3 We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike on any given night, makin sure she lick it right Up and down, side to side, all around in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin Double plastic for them double fat asses What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya.. Chorus [Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb [Storm] I got the bomb [Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy [Daz] Ooh, you got the bomb She got some bomb ass pussy Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again If you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip It was 2:13 I was in the mix Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this' She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this' So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch! [Napoleon] Follow me, and you'll watch me grow Even though we all know I don't love them hoes Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin all a young nigga want is ? [Young Noble] To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta brand new key to the telly make it slippery like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those That's what you get, pull your ears, ? Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch! Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya.. [Daz] *singing* Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Bitch what's ya fantasy? Bitch what's ya fantasy? Chorus [Daz] Let me tell you my fantasy You want a nigga to beat that pussy up You know you like that girl Stop faking like you don't like that Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick Up and down, side to side Lollipop, three wheel motion baby Let's get on the edge of the bed and let me show you how I hit the switch on that pussy! Up and down on that pussy! That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about Work that pussy Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy That pussy is mine, all mine all mine All mine all mine all mine all MINE! All mine all mine all mine *keep repeating 'all mine' to end* Pussy, turn it out some good pussy Good pussy |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night (repeat 2X) Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Baby what's ya fantasy? Baby what's ya fantasy? [Daz] *rapping* You want your ass and your pussy chewed out But baby that ain't what I'm about Let me stick all this in your mouth Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that) Let you swim in, the sperm and no ? Throw that pussy into a bottle and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more [Storm] Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile Settle down, oh you wild child Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages So what you say nigga, come and play with me Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan A freaky ass nigga with a big thang Chorus 1/2 [Daz] Tell em Noble! [Young Noble] Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night Uh-huh, you know that ain't right You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE? Knock the tent from 11 to 3 We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike on any given night, makin sure she lick it right Up and down, side to side, all around in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin Double plastic for them double fat asses What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya.. Chorus [Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb [Storm] I got the bomb [Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy [Daz] Ooh, you got the bomb She got some bomb ass pussy Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again If you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip It was 2:13 I was in the mix Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this' She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this' So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch! [Napoleon] Follow me, and you'll watch me grow Even though we all know I don't love them hoes Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin all a young nigga want is ? [Young Noble] To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta brand new key to the telly make it slippery like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those That's what you get, pull your ears, ? Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch! Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya.. [Daz] *singing* Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Bitch what's ya fantasy? Bitch what's ya fantasy? Chorus [Daz] Let me tell you my fantasy You want a nigga to beat that pussy up You know you like that girl Stop faking like you don't like that Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick Up and down, side to side Lollipop, three wheel motion baby Let's get on the edge of the bed and let me show you how I hit the switch on that pussy! Up and down on that pussy! That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about Work that pussy Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy That pussy is mine, all mine all mine All mine all mine all mine all MINE! All mine all mine all mine *keep repeating 'all mine' to end* Pussy, turn it out some good pussy Good pussy |
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from Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
What it is nephew ya know
Yea, touchdown on this suckas man From all angles of the game and let these fools know We ridin, we mobbing, we hogging, we dogging, we flossing and balling So what it iz [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] What it iz, I thought we was down to end My best of friends try to mash me and do me again What it iz, I thought we was down to end What it iz [Daz Dillinger] Forever coping cash, be on the mash with my business Honest ticking yall niggas, niggas cross me got me acting shity Real niggas is all that I keep Keep watching the street making it happen with the rap and the beat This the game and we bang on other gangs That Don't play when we claim, so we knocks them out the frame What a shame it is, cant be levels, cant be friends Homies be acting funny we am swerve and an grin But aint no thang do you in Grew up as an kid giving all I can give with one life to live But with the Sean John give me con From growing off of murder of mother fuckers, Bounty it's on You know what time it is, drooping these rhymes again Anyway it goes you niggas cant see my flow [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day [Daz Dillinger] Roll up an blunt Pulling and punching giving it up for nothing Only in it for something if it aint cheese fucking, Roll up biz a bucket I keep niggas coming, so watch out before your punk ass get knocked out Stuff one right back up in your mouth Waking up early, im down so what you cha talking about Im Daz Dillinger but im still dat nigga daz Only in it just to get it just bust an niggas ass Only demonstration, fuck conversation with us Only conversation when we kick up dust Its an must that I diss you niggas back again Plus on your video talking all that smack [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day [Daz Dillinger] Now my last verse Showing up an few women Im coming up and get bombed rushed For running up Long Beach Have you forgot where you from Eastside of Long Beach represent 21 Blowing smoke in your face Roll up an joint or bong To set let your mother fucking ass to get out an song Its strong to be weak, Watch out when I creep And I land in yo ass to knock you out your feet That pimp shit to impress me or faze me All I fuck different yall and yall don't pay me Simple as I can say I can say Fuck Yall This is from all of my doggs so Fuck Yall [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day |
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from Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
All dem niggas right there
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Fuck y'all I thought you knew about us You know what we throw on this 1-87 on rhyme Anybody killa Fuck all y'all We run the streets, come run with my game We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you Nigga we keep the streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock Guess money rule the world Materials and girls, fly Did ya never seen? Never, even dreamless, these things That make the world we live in what it is And though with paper you would die It's a shame what is real on these wheels Foes on a hundred smoke weed Me and Bad and Tray-Dee In an ice machine Big strap that let a nigga have to come out Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Though we all wanna live it up 'fo the lights go out in your house No one is gon' get there Fillin all doubts, and hold out Only when ya sure to take a loss Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast If the guns don't get cha It's sure to be the cancer Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer He made it up and just about to get your chances It's a baby I've been knowin, Trust of homage you could go insurin Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust Only gave me one change, it's just us Who banging at the poppa stops Gangsta network your G shit Makin million dollar plans Pullin million dollar scams It be a trillion dollar man Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich The world make me sick I really wanna live it up It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin... What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up Puttin up with nothin The world let us hear with no fury Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em Talkin nothin Provin, movin I can make a difference Any ??? 'll speak louder then All that y'all jackin at gettin payed One of the two main reasons I keep rappin It just happened The peace so niggas don't know Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line Someone should defy the law I've forgot what I was looking for Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Hahaha, Yeah We run these streets And some big dope sacks Nigga Smoke some, drink some That's what I'm talkin about Yeah Haha Still blastin at close range Things ain't changed We the gang But we blast and mash to maintain Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D Gang bangin But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers To my big homeboy C-Style What up dogg? Yeah What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout |
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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 Daz Dillinger - Gangsta Crunk (2005) | |||||
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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 Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
(feat. Tray Deee)
[Daz] Ready? Yeah... we back Daz Dillinger in the game Death Row, in the house Lettin y'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here In effect, c'mon Ahh yeah, watch out, get ready for war We the Gang and we bang knockin down your door What's the secrets of war I can't take no more Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours With these automatic toys throughout the world make noise Dippin in low-lows, and jumpin out of fo'-do's Catchin, many and any with the fo'-fo' Blastin and mashin I cash in many for Death Row Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride The worst California we droppin somethin on ya Ain't no one to sound, like ta-pow, you a goner For the simple fact we get Gang Related We have the papers and you suckers hate it What you gon do when we get loose and act a fool Break the rules on you and dust you off with the tools [Chorus: Tray Deee] Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta Only with the swoll rolls and the paper Once I get the big bank, gotta shake her Cause I'm tryin to get way too major [x2] [singing] And you know we really like to get down With the Gangsta Boogie [x2] [Dat Nigga Daz] I penetrate, send it straight to your middle brain Three times dope similar to my nickname A big Caine, ain't nuttin changed now I'm solo My gangsta ass track with the Gang is my logo Ridin with the top down, off lockdown Time for me to knock down fool's whole compound Like the World Trade Center The world made thinner when I'm pullin on my girl gray trigger Figure when I enter I intend to rule this This industry fin to see I'm nuttin to fool wit Like Jack Nicholson, I smack fickle men And pack somethin in my penalty Will well then they see the toppest servin a putdown And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down A crook down from my ground of clout Representin Death Row when I was down and out It don't stop [Chorus] [Daz Dillinger] I came in the game with the aim to maim The gangbang murder main slang is strange My first idea when I stare up in the mirror Is how Daz Dillinger gon creep up on the scrilla And if I don't plot then I'll probably not Get my issue, so I gotta figure how to twist you Hit you hard like a gauge shot Watchin fools laid out when the bloodshot sprayed out I shoot my way out these punks for rent So duck when the slugs hit your trunks, you're finished I'm comin out runnin that's to shake the scene Break the green I'll scream out the gangsta theme Do or die! Ain't no lie, that's the way I eat Watch me scope out and choke out the prayout beat GIve me six in the chamber fuck twelve in the box Let the gravedigger be the one shovelin rocks, it don't stop [Chorus] [Daz] This how we live, ballin on y'all Fancy cars and houes [singing x1 again] Yeah, and you know we got this, so don't trip, ha ha Yeah, and you know that Yeah, real smoove Straight up, we got get down Gangsta, and we major And we doin, watch out [singing x2 again] Death Row, Daz Dillinger |
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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 Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
(Daz intro)
Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street We ride for revenge honor and respect Death to all y'all homeboys, Catching niggas slipping, peeling there motherfucking caps back Yeah, the game, that's how we do it Everyday all day, straight riding Fuck all y'all homeboys (yo yo yo what's up) (Daz Verse 1) I'm back, banging on niggas after trying to murder me Caught in the middle of greed, witness to trickery Now I'm here, ready to die, remember me On a hunt for you bastards to put you out your misery Made a more ? they die with bullet holes 44 explode that's when the story was told My heart is as cold as the tundra Automatic weapons warring like thunder My final destiny is to put ya under Come on warring whenever, me die, nigga never Through the storm and the weather my dogs a go-getter Polish da chrome barretta catching you punk niggas That's the element of surprise you niggas won't regret us Like shooting birds with pellets, let the streets reveal it Do or die motherfuckers trying to kill it Yes you can, and ever since we won't have no peace Till one of us rest in peace, alive or deceased It's your choice, your move, show and prove yo hand Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man Get your pistols and niggas cuz it's about to get shitty No remorse, no pity, you hear it all through the city (Chorus) Trickery and scandalous bitches Niggas, that I fucked with Wasn't no good from the jump So now what we gone do We gone ride, We gone destroy, build, come anew You know how we do It's not over, till we say so Nigga! (Daz Verse 2) Word on the street is that you better have some heat By your side Caught your homie slippin', did he survive? One to the head left him dead off the words that he said Could have been avoided if he would have drove off instead Nigga shot at my crib where my momma and kids live No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim There he go, there he was, there he go let's get him My motto is no remorse and that you'll never surrender none Only rely on your self and your gun Biage, as I get high and look at the stars Wish and wish and pray to God for our downfall 'Cause then it's back to the same thang, of this life I lead Bitches, money, and niggas, and weed Bust a left on one O feral with a double pump barrel Be careful, cause these streets could sometimes leave ya narrow With the faith of Moses, and the power of Pharoe With the bullets hotter than fire and as swift as an arrow Death becomes your every wish you try to blast me and miss Now me and my dogs commence to get in your shit You say the lord is your shepherd and you shall not walk It's time to gaffle up these niggas stick 'em dead in the trunk Behold the last words spoken by a dead man It seems to realize niggas 'll never understand (Chorus) Yeah, it's not over When I die my children will grow, and smoke your ass Starting our history book, Gangstaology Throughout the streets we shall survive and live |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
(Chorus) x2
These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back these days you gotta be down who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound I believe I got good skills we been makin music since we were kids thats all I wanna do, for life keepin it real until the day I die obstacles get in my way continue to mash and dont forget to pray I keep my hand on my steel because I love my life and I always will whatever people say to me I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please if you really dont know me then you best back up, I suggest strongly they started this DPG until the day I D-I-E for my L-I-F and E no matter where I look thats all I see and I know... (Chorus) x2 Many niggaz cling to me I think its because they see me on BET cuz everybody knows my name all the police think I'm serving cane jealous niggaz call us out but I dont worry long as I hear their mouths if ever they decide to kill you better be prepared because I know I will I think I can guarantee you dont wanna be standin next to me before my final curtain call I forsake save hen and wont be long so if we bump hits in the streets or even at some party you niggaz really can't see me my request is that you stop trying before I let go... Chorus x2 Daz- Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin for whoever I bustin takin now bowin down never gotta watch my back for these coppers as well as these niggaz that I kick it with they stick you faster than these bitches will since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches and I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime I smoke constantly and can't flinch me from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb who gots my back nobody little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party all be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are really say the nigga gotta be a star I gots to get mine and if I blast then its my destiny if I die then it was meant to be intentionally worry stressin I'm guessin no confession when the murder take place set yourself protection Chorus x4 to 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 Daz Dillinger - Retaliation, Revenge And Get Back (1998)
(feat. MC Eight & Bad Ass)
Yeah, what's up nigga? Turn it down nigga, what's going on over there, nigga? Damn, that looks like the homeboy (what?) That nigga's grabbing! Oh shit, there's probably some crazy shit going down in the hood Fuck what these niggaz are doing, get that thing man! What's up nigga? That's my spot, I'm taking over the spot *gunshot* Lay down nigga, Watch out! I'ma tie these niggaz up, Bad A$$ on the ride nigga, that's right Funny ass niggaz, yeah, uh huh. Bitch ass niggaz Daz: I see my niggaz on the corner to the 25 deep All hustlers, all killers, all raised in the street Make sure my heat is in my stash spot Gotta watch for my homies and feening for my stacks of rocks Watch out for these shells and undercovers (why?) They're out to get a motherfucker Stop this gangbanging and cocaine, it's some motherfuckers Niggaz run up if you want two and watch you get floored Get my pistol because I just can't take no more I get the gun and then get to running, just like bitches Bail out before the cops come, I can't go to prison Still dealing and wheeling, on the curb I smoke earth Hitting California, nigga, 'cause you heard the word It's going down, enemy alert so get your weapon Blast three people, step and gunning for more and keep on bailing (say what?) Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner (yeah) Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Try to sell your dope and you might be a goner Bad A$$: I don't fuck with no beats that don't bump, so sounds echo Let you stand in my shoes, I loose, so I don't let go Check yo bitch, not the pimp, niggaz gained and slipped Way below the smarts and just free slaves if you'se a mark Might be mad, but nigga, just be hate And let the heaven send riders ride, because it's the end Beg forgiveness for all your sins, and hope he lets us in Until then, live your life to fullest man, get your issues Snatch money, catch money, attach the money Keep 'em with your fishes, riches Laying up with bitches holds a nigga back Greedy assholes only wanna hold a nigga's stack You'll fall, sure, bounce back, hit a jack, get a sack Told the corner I used to work on "I'm back" For you can slang out your sack, and get away and feel right Black and white, crack down them sirens and lights... Daz: But all night we get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Get down, get in, get up Get your money it's the ultimate come up It's slanging and banging upon my corner Wear the wrong type of colors and you might be a goner, nigga MC Eiht: Get in where I fit in, like Too $hort Dip in, in a (???) Six Black Supersport Automatic nines I took, Colombian neck tie Whatever's the death threat, it's still do or die Don't ask why, sipping on (???) For Christie, you catching the blues like Misty Me and my nigga Daz for the cash to any degree Chase to, not the molester, the one who gets the cheese Got it coming from oversees Blunt your whole neighborhood, so nigga please Better be nervous 'cause my finger's ready to squeeze, and that's no joke Gang of cash in my stash, with bitches to poke No one can do it better (no one can do it better), haha Your chest is getting wetter (your chest is getting wetter) I be the piper, run all the reps out of town The spot's taking over, click click, nice to know ya (for sure) Daz: We get down, get in, get up Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah) It's slanging and banging upon my corner Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Get down, get in, get up Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah) It's slanging and banging upon my corner (right) Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga Daz, Bad A$$, MC Eiht: Chop it up nigga, yeah Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto (West Side) If you're out there selling your shit (yeah), stand up Get your rifle nigga, get your money nigga Get your money nigga, lay low, lay low Lay low nigga (that's right) I gives a fuck, I don't give a fuck, let's ride Yeah (West Side), I don't give a fuck Yeah, we don't give a fuck My nigga Daz in the house, Eiht in the house, yeah |
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| from Daz Dillinger - Cb 200 + Bionic Dread (2007) | |||||
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| from Daz Dillinger - Tha Dogg Pound Gangsta Lp (2005) | |||||
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from Daz Dillinger - Tha Dogg Pound Gangsta Lp (2005)
(feat. Shorty B & DJ Easy Dicc)
[Intro - DJ E-Z Dick] Here's a little somethin somethin to smoke to.. It's the DJ that's bringing you ain't nothing but guaranteed classic hits, on the station that's.. serving you something real nice..It's W-Balls and I am the DJ that's doing it to you one more time in yo earhole, DJ E-Z.. Dick [Verse 1 - Daz Dillinger] What up to all my G's and G'zets This right here gon be the sheiz-et Who got the west coast sound that your always wantin' Dogg Pound Gangstas, we still G-Funkin' Let me know a little somethin Cook up the bass now your trunk be subbin Ridin down your block through your ave License plates say Daz, 2005 tags In a Chevy Tahoes on them 23s From me to you, this is how we G's From Frisko, to Oakland, back to Sac and North Bridgemen Back to the P's where my boys be gettin' it Where them D's keep spinnin' where we smoke that bud Swervin' on 'em nigga like yo.. (whaddup cuzz!!) It's a hood thang, go and represent it and Diggy won't stop 'til the gangsta finish I'm a menace to the funkadelic.. Death rollin it up, then take a puff and inhail it.. [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die [Verse 2 - Daz Dillinger] Now what you hear is not a test.. We G-Funkin to the beat.. We got the west coast type of gangsta music.. That make ya, move your feet.. Now keep it G with the D-A-Z and when I'm in your town would you smoke for free? Learn D-P-G-C-ology and come on and get it, come ride with me and dip in the old school Chevy.. The price real heavy let me know when your ready It's all about the money, the scrilla, the fetti I'm in the Bay with Juli and in LA with Feli! and after the club it's the deli, I been known to bail it Wake up the next morning with biscuits and jelly Buy a quarter pound and I smoke with my friend 'cause for life, we gangstas, we settin a trend After I get fresh, I'm at it again 7 grams in the swish, I'm back in the wind.. [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die [Verse 3 - Daz Dillinger] I'ma give it up, to them dogg pound fans without y'all, I wouldn't be who I am For 13 years for the sweat and the tears Now I'm back with a new album to set the gear In a V12 rock the bells like LL I dream the well in a six when I fishscale I burn rubber with my bay area thugs Smokin on the catpis, that's all we smoke Ain't a joke, take ya stride and ride The realest nigga alive since 2pac died I prey on the weak and I stride on the strong From the eastside of the beach, where the G is strong I still got it going on, girls on my line and I won't waste yours, you don't waste mine I'm a hustler, gangsta, pimp and all that And when I'm actin' rappin my pockets so fat! [Hook - Shorty B] Can you feel it it's the realest.. 'cause that's the way we ride.. You best behave yo'self if you come around.. It's Dogg Pound.. West coast, Dogg Pound Gangstas, on the rise.. So if you come to Cali Prepare to ride..and die |
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from Daz Dillinger - Retaliation, Revenge And Get Back (1998)
Daz:
Yeah, right about now me myself, daz dillinger, along with the gang, Mister tray deee, mister bad bad carabino, and soopafly the high priest, Ah, letting you know that this gang banging is serious business. So thank God for your lifes, and keep on striving and struggling. I thank God for my life, What I wanted y'all to do is live right. You pray for me, I pray for you, 'cause together we can get it, what else can we do? I thank God for my life... (and that's real) Tray deee: So you think drinking and chilling, big willing and dealing, Is the life for the righteous 'cause it's so appealing. Dealing, stealing and killing is the way to succeed, So you're illing and willing to take whatever you need. You're the villain indeed but you pleed your innocence, Say that in society you gotta be militant. It's (? ? ) and (? ? ) just for too damn long, You need to get in business, sing a new damn song. Like (? ? ) and (? ? ) as you learn to leave, So you should learn to give, that's how you earn your deeds. Big pimpin: Tray deee, I gotta tell the truth: never cherish the day, Till I open up my eyes and discover the ways. This life is hard, treats you cold, plus life don't last, And plus we're dying fast and plus these fools is blasting. Yo grace is what I'm asking for, It's no chilling when that man in black is at my door. I thought I'd seen him a couple of times before, Ran back the other way, took off course and forced to cherish the day. Bad a$$: God help us out here, we're falling down And everything that we did build is falling down. I'm calling out 'cause you can help us if you touch us, And we need you, why we're bleeding. Any second we can meet you, lifestyles of earth mislead you. Have mercy on my soul, please lay me down easy, God watches, and he knows the life we live ain't easy. At least try to live right, 'cause life ain't long, And ain't nothing like living life all day long. Mister bad is all good like the songs we sing, I simply gotta thank God for the life I live. Daz: You never know what's going on in this world, Thank God I'm just still in this world. We're in the streets everyday, that's where we live, We was thaught to perceive and to give. Don't be stingy, give a little 'cause I do, Don't be fake and be yourself to stay true. When you see me in the streets oh get me, Don't play hate and dump at me. Don't be sad homie, only be happy. I sing this song to the streets with the gang, Gotta live a uncut to the streets, daz dillinger. Will our struggle ever be over? from the wrath of the street, I pray for you, let's pray for me, let's keep it real, peace. And there you have it, A little something from the gang and daz dillinger. Letting you know that life is real serious, And the situation at hand is a real situation. So think... |
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from Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001)
To the adult world the casual violonce of gang life was horrifing
But in the distorted world of gangs risking death by getting shot was one sure way of winning a gangs respect I was shot when I was 15 or 16 (shots fired in the area gang fight in the parking lot) When my longs collapsed uhm.. the the 22 is still lodge in my chest to dis day See getting shot and livin was more for my ego it was more for my image I could now I could walk around like supeman. Id been shot I'm you know I'm I'm the great I am now in my chest at that? They show off their scars the way war veterans display purple hearts. I got shot in the heart and um... These are other scars that Ive had from other neighborhood fightings and doesnt stop Do you get used to death? Do you get used to the fact that you could die anyday?( Do you get used to it?) See i dont worru bout that till you get hit by dat bullet, see like thats just like when people steal cars they dont worry about getting caught till they get caught right? Same when we shooting at a person i dont think about getting caught till i get caught The explosion of gangs in the last to decades of the 20th century grew under a much larger problem. The rise of a social under class and americas failure to provide hope. The children bored into a world of disitigrating family life and grinding poverty. All though there small successes with programs designed to create a future for some of those children, no one came up with a large scale program that delt effectedly, with the forces of dispare and alienaion that promted some many young americans to look for their identity and theit self asteem in the world of street gangs. (street gangs street gangs street gangs street gangs) |
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