Daz Dillinger

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

*It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

*Repeat

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

*Repeat

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..")

Intro:
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in
about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ??

Kurupt:
Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck
I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool
I fet's my own back in a strap
But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch)
Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches
So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga
I knew he was a fuckin' punk
So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck"
He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts
Ready to get wrecked
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck
And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose)
Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop
Check me out peep how all who withstand
Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand
"Murder" that's what I be yellin'
I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian
Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G.


Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me
Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up
Or ready to get 'em up
What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up
Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the westside

Snoop:
Now this spots owned by the motherfuckin' D.O. (double G)
P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide
(For all this drama make you and your momma die)

Hook:
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a fuck)
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit)

Daz:

(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

(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

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

Scarface:

Money makes the world go round
Money makes me do all things I do
Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew
Ride down Belford one deep and ?? crew
And money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round
Living in a mansion one day with my wife
Stack me up some papers these days one night
If wind stop blowing these days than my sight
Winds start blowing I'm paid trump tight
Got to have papers these days in my life
I got to have paper these days of my life

Chorus: Repeat 6X

What the fuck is this? child support papers? what?

Chorus:
You didn't have to file on me, you turned my child on me.
Why you had to file on me? you turned my child on me.

Daz:
As I lay myself to sleep at night,
I pray the lord my soul to keep, so I can try to do right.
There's no one else that I can turn to,
I'm asking a favor, oh just once,
Oh jesus christ, lord I'm asking you.
Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy,
Promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies.
Watch the clouds spread, and it shades my heart,
My relationship fell apart.
Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just how it started,
She filed child support, and it's really cold hearted.
I've been taking care of you and your kid, all of my life,
Mad at me 'cause I wouldn't make you my wife.
I've done a lot of crazy things in my days,
Killing to get that weapon named, robbing just to get paid.
Now how much more can I bear, and I explode inside,
Still asking myself why...

Chorus

"lil" c-style:
I'm like "what, child support? ",
Man, who ever thought I would get filed on.
Uh, you know what I'm saying?
Do gangsters get filed on child support? hell yeah they do.
I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew.
Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh?

I, i, i, I walk by faith, and not by sight,
Living day by day, praying night after night.


'cause I'm seeing so much, so much lust lust lust,
And every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch touch touch.
You think I'm doing too much or what?
I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up.
And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up,
If I'm on the spot, you know she's surfing on my (? ? ).
Look in her best, from the back bend over,
Now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes, and I stroll up.
Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how much I owe her,
Wrote him back, "i can't do a damn thing for ya".
All I can do, is just take care of my daughter,
Thirty days later I got a court order.
She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh.

Chorus

Daz:
Now I'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything,
From my house and my cars to my gold rings.
Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same old
Situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curbs,
Smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point.
Every night I get the marihuana, thinking it would take away the pain,
Waking up the next morning, and thing are still the same.

Big c-style:
I did so much, to get so little.
Paid more than the court even asked of me.
But loving no more, not even a parlay? and you want me to pay?
It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your nigga.
Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me.

Chorus (3 times)

In California [Repeat: x4]

Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard
Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard
Daz Dillinger and the Gang
Who can blast and gangbang

Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut
All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who act lame
See ain't a damn thing changed
You know I ride the neighborhood slow
Floss on you and let the weed blow
True indeed I'm havin' a ball
Pick up the phone and give my homies a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight
What a pity what a sight
And hella Chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber
Pump up the jam for the summer
Gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer
Kinda make you wanna sit back and wonder

[Chorus]
The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods
And nigga get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangsters and bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was

Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again
The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high
Say the wrong thing get right
Prepare in effect homies are prepared everywhere
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me
I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around
Lay 'em all down homies be frontin' for they town
Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin'
California's the state where we be dumpin' what!

[Chorus]

Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound
Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round
Who come around get destroyed off contact
Realize and understand homey you don't want that
Check it out let's engage in military actin'
Women dope and drama keep me yackin'
Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin'
Them beats and that bullsh you yappin'
I'm about all busy boggin' and cappin'
Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action
Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya
Tattooein' y'all with razors
Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him
Now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater
Back on the spot feelin' high
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand
A why can't control the whole scene
Watch it unfold get scold get blown away
Any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come and hear me
Damn you get bruised battered & slammed
Niggas try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz

[Chorus: x2]

Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound, Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch, the whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from

Death row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
The West-side nigga, we ballers for real
(Ridin' ride on what we be?)

For real, I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don
With the semi auto fracture your torso to ya spine

The back cracker smack you with
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my arm and hammer

All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic, probable 'cause to get hit shit
Niggas best get physically and mentally fit

Show ya hoe, I ignore for real and I can tell
On the DL, I got an Indecent Proposal for her
(Biotch)
Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the horror
Escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya

Get rocked by my midnight glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the
Nicki Scarful comin' through the bus death
Spreads through camps like Parvul

Young Gotti Kurupt and C with the dope and the green weed
Indeed I'm out to get high and supply what you need?
Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail, what you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
(Ay get yo hand out my pocket, nigga)

I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg Martin
You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime
My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties

Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies, so I hit up the box office
You the softest, I'm takin' ya honies, they telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes

My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For real bitch the steel clique, I bill with menaces
Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

Stupid muthafuckas outlaw immortal bitch
Dogg Pound Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me
Now, take a look inside my mind
That pen' time made me rise but still I rise

'Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli, the Don, is what they tell me

I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong, picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back to the Essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message

Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
You can't fight it nigga let go, witness the sound made
Ya bitch ass bow down to death row

Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we 'Amerikaz Most Wanted' feel that

Since my only fear of death is Mama cryin' for help
And OG Daddy wanna ride when I know
He ain't got shit else, since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know

Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw
(Ay K)
I'll be forgotten for sho, plus, this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they dangling, baby, all on my nuts?
I be singling fingering bitches to fuck

Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an outlaw, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Yeah, muthafucka)

Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me

I got to 'complish a goal, I'm out seekin' gold
Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough and raw
Never fell to my knees for shit 'cause I demand shit
With this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit

On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes
I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup?
In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup?
Beside all being, now tell me where ya comin' from
That ain't where I see thangs and nigga what's the outcome

For so many days and so many ways we been duckin' strays
They delivers but still we some bad boy killers
Hold the scrillas, I dump in you niggas' livers
Then watch ya body shiver and ya mama quiver

From the way you just got lit up
Hit up the West-side on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out, now y'all gettin' played out

And laid out for public display on this day
Y'all niggas is history 'cause the whole crew is bitch to me
Listen to me, Idi, how many of y'all can see me?
'Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC

Believe me 'cause although now, I'm just a young stolider
I'm soon to be a gun holder, initiate to the clique
With a left to my lip, now the fight's over

(feat. Too Short)

[Intro: Daz & (Soopafly)]
Man, Soopafly, how you feel about these bitches?
(Fuck 'em)
You know what I'm saying?... But the pussy is good
(Yeah, it is nice)
Heh heh heh

[Chorus]
I said - I said - I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you
I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you

*over chorus*
[Girl]
Daz, I'm glad you broke up with that bitch
Yeah, I know what time it is
[Daz]
You in love with me?!
[Girl]
Yeah baby, I'm in love with you
[Daz]
Check it out, baby
[Girl]
What's up?
[Daz]
I'm about clockin' dollars...
[Girl]
Hey, give me some
[Daz]
Handlin' my business and (hey, nigga) kickin' hoes to the curb
(break that bitch) after I get my thang and that's right
[Girl]
I know that's right, right, right, right

[Daz Dillinger]
Woke up one bright morning out some bomb ass cock
Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot
Freaked the girl named Tameka, made my bass thump deeper
My girl huntin' me down, paged a nigga on my beeper
As I continue to adjust the amps and bust the speaker
My girl paged again, and again, and again
As I'm diggin' out her mother's best friend
Askin' 'bout my kids, say they gettin' big
As we moan and dig
Fucked another - she was kinda thick but kinda slim
Freaky little thang named Kim
Askin' when we gon' engage in bomb sex again
I'm askin' her "when you gon' give me bomb head again?"
I mean she took me to her houseW
orked a nigga straight, turned him out
Wanna know the freaky thangs that you talk about
I really wanna make it rough, make it soft, no doubt
If you wanna fuck, then we can turn it out
You in love

[Chorus]

*over chorus*
(Baby, I want you to fuck my homegirl
Baby, you like the way I suck your dick, don't you
OOoohhh, you love the way I lick your balls)

[Daz Dillinger]
Told Miss Harris it was too late to stop and too late to quit
I was lovin' that pussy while she was lovin' this dick
I was shovin' it in her while she was yellin' don't quit
I was diggin' her out, while I was suckin' her tits
She said - "Let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience
That's very diff-er-ent, that's so magnificent"
She had a bad bad bitch named Spearamint
Thought she was the gum the way the bitch hummed
Let's get freaky tonight, let's get rolled
Let's get high as a kite, ya know
Baby gave a show, true indeed, the way she ate a niggaz dick
I knew she was a pro, I knew she was a pro
I had a young tender that I'll always remember
Named Dana, needed dick just to tame her
Every two months. I'd telephone her ringer, just to bone
To come over at night when her man ain't home
I keep the weed just to keep her stoned, huh
And I'd fuck and be out 'fore dawn, huh
I gotta page from another homegirl named Shy
Baby loved to lick her tongue, holla, holla, an' give me some
Daz make a bitch cum like never before
Do it fast, do it slow - fuck me like you want it
Hittin' every little organ by her stomach
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'...

[Daz talking]
And you know, sometimes the pussy still be callin' my name
And the pussy be like - ("Ooo Daz, keep me cummin'")
And I respond to the pussy like - "What's happenin'"
And you know Too $hort that's some real player shit

[Too $hort]
Nigga Daz is a real player

[Daz]
It's all the way hot

[Too $hort]
$hort Dog's in the house

[Daz]
Shit

[Too $hort]
Oh, you know I know these hoes

[Daz]
And you know that

[Too $hort]
I can't fuck with you, I need a bitch like Tracy
Got a good job, when she walks in the place, she -
Gets respect with them big-ass tits
She ain't no first date dick suckin' tramp ass bitch
I pick the winners, never get the wrong ones
Check me right now, I got a pocket full of phone numbers
She said "You wanna be a player all yo' life?
You'll never get a woman you can call your wife"
You see, Tracy got it going on, see her try to get wit' me
Her sister got my beeper number, keeps on hittin' me
Think I fucked her twice, long time ago
But now I like Tracy and she won't let go
I know a trick ass nigga might think it's scary
Will it come back on him if he gets married
I don't give a fuck about bitches in the past
Cause if I put it down, I'ma make the shit last
And get the cash, bitches always talkin' that love shit
No, it ain't happ'nin', tell me what's up bitch
Actin' like Michelle when I told her I missed her
She said I love you right after I kissed her
What she wanna say that for? - Not today
Niggaz like us, you know we stuck in our ways
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money
Had a little freak by the name of Laid Lonnie
I live by the game, that's what I'm all about
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out
Think I'm supposed to pay, cause I got ends
I said "Fuck you bitch, and all your friends"
That's an everyday scenario, now here you go
Tryin' to be good to me, I can't feel it though
My old school tramp sucked a damn good dick
I tried to turn the bitch out, she couldn't handle it
Trick beotch!

[Daz]
C'mon, trick beotch

[Too $hort]
Trick beotch!

[Daz]
Trick beotch

[Daz]
Now you done fucked me
You done fucked Too $hort
Done fucked my cousin
Done fucked Nate
Shit, huh, just done fucked everybody
It might sound crazy

[answering machine (ladies voice)]
Just leave a personalized message for me.
Were you talking to me? Do you be thinkin' 'bout me, huh?
Baby. Do you be thinkin' 'bout me?

[Daz]
Shit, how this bitch gon' call me, Soopafly
And she just sucked a homeboy's dick
Bitch

(feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin & Prince Ital Joe)

Ahh shit!

[Prince Ital]
Yeh
Everywhere I go
Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen?
I haffa watch my back
Too much crack seen?
Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area

[Daz Dillinger]
I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town
Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around
Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid
Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's
6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready
Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi
Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor
Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough
A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin
Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein
Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
Perfectedly innovated to all my homies
Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust
Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust
It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside
Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine
Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss
He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off
Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge
Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder
I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right
Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
Homicide, straight murder/homicide
It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
Straight murder/[blank]

[Daz Dillinger]
Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy
Now the only sound in the town is gunfire
Going down I sport the crown I give it up on motherfuckers
when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue
Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot
I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot
Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back
Post up early on the attack
Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain
Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge
The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged him
cause he violated the rule of the streets
Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder
Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker?
Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel
Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin
the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me
Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C
The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped
Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang
Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a
we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff
don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin

Chorus

Check it out

[Kurupt the Kingpin]
I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise
Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys
Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit
Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit
Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips
The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks
Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta
roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder
Am I the only motherfucker ridin?
Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent
I got the big homey Ty money worldwide
from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y.
I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four
Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw
The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin
the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble
We straight gangsta shit

[Prince Ital]
That's right
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
On your life dere might be a oversight
Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride
Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride
DPG gangstaz they nah make you try
We got keep every stone you keep
in your life, you betta don't feel strife
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Homicide it's a homicide
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Murderah it's a murderah
Oh lawd

[Daz Dillinger]
We're in this motherfucker

Yo Daz!
OHHH SHIT! *car crashes*

Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker
Nigga the cops comin nigga!

>

[Featuring Nate Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Snoop (Daz):
Yeah what I'ma do right here is take my time
and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the MC and the homie Nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the G's,
a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (?).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said: ""playing football should be your only fun son"".
I'm like ""allright"" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: ""damn, why you snitch?""
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
he said: ""come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth"".
I agreed and said ""come on, let's go and jack them fools"",
next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
saying to myself ""I'll never fuck with that nigga again"".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G.,
beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
to let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: ""who the fuck should I really fear?"".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(?) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Nate (Daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
C-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P,
shout outs to my niggas C, Style and me.
Snoop (Nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!

Oh no! murder, murder, murder
Busting at these niggas who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder

Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfucker's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
I'm in long beach, where the gang bangers hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggas for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer

[Chorus: x2]
Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
Niggas better pack you guns

Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a ? the east side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a master plan
Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon

[Chorus: x2]

Watch out, here I come
Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that I know in californ-I-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and play
Busting on niggas with an ak
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none

Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? we just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggas on an open platter
Yeah, ha ha

Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?

You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claiming oscars
While most niggas froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But I'm a stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
Niggas, come on, come and get their ? done
I'm the cannibal, the Hannibal lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change

[Chorus: x2]

Oh no

(feat. Big Pimpin & Lady 'V')

Daz:
You know what I'm saying?
I wish I had her back, you know what I'm saying?
But it's all good baby, you lose some, you gain some
But I don't wanna gain no more, you know what I'm saying?
I'm chilling right now, you know what I'm saying?
Shh... damn

Lady "V":
There are some times, when I am bad
Then there are times, when I am glad
Then there are times, when I am down
Through all these times, you've been around

For the time is now, that I finally see, what your love really means
Never again, will I ever be the same
Seasons change, feelings change too, but it don't mean I change for you

Chorus:
Only for you
Only for you
Only for you I do what I do

Only for you
That's why I'll do the things I do
Only for you

Daz:
I met a woman plus a lady that was sweet and unique
She was no trick or no tramp, she was no freak of the street
I was amazed, looks and attitude, I spoke of gratitude
She wasn't stuck up and rude, and we became cool
From then on we learnt as friends, as lovers
You could be my girl, I'd be your man just forever
Baby was butter, the bomb shit, tight shit on
I was the king of the castle, she was the queen on my throne
Stoned and bombed out, 24-7 all day
If you can handle it baby to come around my way
I get the digits, I'll give you a call later on
Your answering machine, come on, I leave a message on your phone
I'll ring you later, I hope you'll get the message, baby page me
As the days go by, I hope that you can be my lady
Am I crazy for pursuing the woman that's bad
In my heart I feel lonely and sad, and it's only for you

Chorus

When we make love, every moment is felt, we get it on
Like Marvin Gaye, I'm digging deep and beyond
Until the break of dawn I treat you like you wanna be, good
I'll pick you up in five seconds, I'll be there in your hood
Get it girl, let me see me cold rock your world
You got no time for the games, I feel the same baby girl
Your homies and homegirls probably went playa hating
But it's all cool, I'll keep the real from the fake
You'll be eating lobsters and steak, shrimps as big as the plate
We're in the gangsta paradise, coke and weed me all night
So make the greatest moments happen when it's me and you alone
Take the receiver of the telephone, you ain't home, huh
It ain't no problems, ain't no big fall out
No (???) on this relationship, so figure it out

Chorus

Big Pimpin:
She comes on like my girl goes
No (???) looking welfare, and mentally half here
Travelling in directions which haven't been traveled by a woman before
She's a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
She dances to her heritage to shake herself free
She inspires us, the chains break
And wipes the sweat from her independent dignity with grace
She is a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
They say that the queen of (???) was bad,
but then I look up at you, and I say "well, what about you? you're a bad
woman too"
They say that men would drink out of Marilyn Monroe's toast
As well as if she was an (???),
But not as beautiful as we thought she was
Because she was a bad woman too, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
Yeah you're a bad woman, meaning beautiful, wonderful and good

Chorus

Only for you I'll do the things that I do

Daz:
Yeah baby, love Daz forever. Beeeitch!!

(feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin & Prince Ital Joe)

Prince Ital Joe (Daz):
Yeah, Death Row (give it up, one time)
Yes, to the man sing
them all beats they're crucial (give it up)
Dogg Pound (???)
Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt
Shoot first and ask questions later
The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...

Daz:
Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is keep striving for more
I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic semi-tech
Now the whole shit is respected
Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh
You're trying to catch a check you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim
After the kill, it's remains the same
The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang
Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all
Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG)
The conversation ain't much, now what up?
You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat

Kurupt:
I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free
I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed
It's the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete species
That fool over there is out of his nest
He's off the hood with techs and vests
Dumping on different sets (who's that man?)
D-A-Z's my nigga
If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my nigga
The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us
Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's up?)
I'm all about dropping bombs
And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design
So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot
And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot
'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched
You're caught up like being in court, fighting the wars
Now I pause to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine)
Our force is not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!)
Willingly we survived, willingly we strived
We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die
I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your
organization
Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing
The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like that...

Prince Ital Joe:
Yeah, Tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We won't ever, never give up the fight, see
We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to live good
To bring food on the table for our families, see
Tell Babylon that we have hope
Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey
We believe that we are true Africans
And we handle (???) in this life
We won't kill our brothers no more
Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun
'Cause when we do we see their blood run
And it's not a pretty sight
So we don't love the parasites of this world
Sucking the blood of the sufferers
Yeah!

[daz spoken]
Shhhh
You know what I'm saying
Just ballin on their ass
They don't understand this shit
You know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying
From vallejo to the beach gotta keep stacking them chips

[daz]
Who could do it like I do it in and out about our paper
Cash longer than skyscrapers
Big bank take little bank
I bet a million to the fader
Creative illustrator
True indeed dominator
Ain't none greater
Chill a bong with the boss players
From vallejo me and my homey be chillin' stacking g's upon the table
Rattle they brain with hurricane
Have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange
2 boss players straight running thangs

[b-legit]
I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano we mashin'
We tryin' to do it right but now tonight they flashin'
My nigga d-shot he be known for blastin'
And e is much worse 'cause he first to burst
If shit get started it's gon' get retarded
Can't dance with these niggaz 'cause they hogg hearted
It's just a little somethin' thought I let y'all know
'bout my players, my partners, my folks

My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna

[daz]
Bouncin' in a benz 600 on rims
Rollin' up ounces with my friends
Countin my ends
10s and 20s with thousands with millions just to spend
Have enough to do whatever
Dat nigga deatrow and ever
We run out of chronic, shrooms and drank nigga never
Catch me ballin' in the california sunny weather
Get my cash and I be a go getter
B-legit and dat nigga daz trend setters

[b-legit]
I'm in and out these screws
Make moves like the mailman


If I can't get 'em wet I bet this long ass dick can (biatch)
I know I'm felt but tonight I'm off guerilla milk
Drink and blunts watch ho's pull super stunts
For months I be living like a rap steezy
See with my dudes perkin' off the heezy
B-legezee with data nigga daz dezee
My playa pezee
The bay to the l-b-cezee

My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna

[daz]
(b-legit check it out)
I'm only in it just to get mine
For every quarter fifty cent piece and every dime
Grew up in a city where it was all about crime
Swerve the block clownin' bitches in my drop top
Playa muthafuckas always want to cock block
It ain't a thang all they want to do is watch a jock
Blaze a cigarette and feel the breeze of the bay
Everyday and all day this way
Break way playa hatas here I come
Strapped with game, niggaz and guns
In case you wanna trip I ain't the one
Leave yo' baby mama srpung off dick
Let her know what's happening with this niggaz trick bitch
Switch the game from high to low
Dip inside the pussy slow to let you know
This how the program flow
B-legit and dat nigga daz trick ho

My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna

[daz spoken]
I'm talk all that shit
You know what I'm sayin
We only stickin dick
Ridin in cadillacs, impalas, lexus's, benz's all kind of shit bitch
What the fuck you got
And all we ever gonna do is play on
Like a balla these boss playas

(Daz talking)
I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy,
Get your sharp sticks!
We're going to la la land
(hahaha)we're going to the moon
We're going to serve these motherfuckers tonight
Boy you got your shit?
Bitch Ass Nigga!
You want static!?
Yo! Go get the homeboys!
We got a meeting at the park, don't be late!


They say the streets ain't safe no more
For us youngsters,
Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta
Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
Many hood stories told, we analyze
See we bang for this colour and only this colour
Kill any colour, that ain't our colour
Get it in your head what's done what's done said
Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead
I can't forget you homie
Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely
Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony


My heart flooded with anger
Deep inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we banging like soldiers
So beware if you scared
Then we torture the ????
For what the fuck you done done
Jump across these niggas so now the war is on
We rob, strapped busting until they all drop
Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block
So keep your glock clocked sucker!
For when I come through
Dump around something now your homies is nothing
20 seconds til death,
Weed, alcohol on my breath
You looking for your fucking homies
Ain't none left!
Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas
They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite
Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel
When the cops drive by suddenly
And they was out to kill

(Daz talking)
Yeah, tell your homeboy that!
Dead on sight!
Everytime we see y'all bitch ass

Now I'm shot!
Barely made it!
Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related
Now what's next for us, we load up
But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck!

(Daz talking)
Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do
So intoxicate your mind to something new
Always remeber
Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back

I'm in the world on my own
I will roam I gotta stay strong
My motto "You fuck with us, you fucking get domed"
Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us
Retaliation and get back this time just to face it
We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep
Blowing niggas ???? hollering East side! Long Beach!!
My feud ain't with them other niggas!
It's with you
Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do?
Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching
Reaching to our destination so we can kick it
Nobody knows and we won't get caught
Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block
I thought you knew! But now you know!
Don't ever ever come around no more!
And why's that? And why not?
Cause it's my money and I mash for my block!

(yelling and swearing)


The gang! Daz Dillenger!
Taking all y'all bitch ass niggas the fuck out!
You better watch out!
Cuz here we come, come,
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha
We ain't finshed finished
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha
Before the automatic hitsya hitsya
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha

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...

(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

(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it mo' better like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro

(ruck)
F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit

(rock)
Word is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

(ruck)
What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis

(rock)
Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long beach to my home brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real

(daz)
Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

(kurupt)
Life without money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare


Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

(rock)
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the real shit frequently
Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

(ruck)
At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

(daz)
Now who, wants to be a real dope mc
Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your f**kin town
And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah!

(kurupt)
Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Motherf**ker

(daz)
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin this motherf**ker
Yeah!

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

[Featuring The Lady Of Rage]
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit
with no way your climbin out, and this ain't the punishment
Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react
with intentions to keep on mashin, strap to strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies want to try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Poung Gangsta all day all night
Partyin like a motherfuckin now all night
But uhh, simple as fact I been wantin to serve your whole fuckin crew
Now whatchu want to do? (Hmm, whatchu want to do? Yeah)
Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin
You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin
I gets to bustin (blaow blaow) you gets to duckin (blaow blaow)
Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin in the cut
My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em
I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents
I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhyme ?to some inflanable? and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable
Chorus: Daz, Kurupt
[Daz] I'm a D.P.G.C. for life
[duo] I do what I feel and, I do what I like
(repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Kurupt, Rage
I hits it like shots, from the homey strap
I smoke indo, and I sip Cog-nac
Give a FUCK whatcha name is, I tell ya quick
Face to face, punk you can eat a dick
Cause you're all out of time, out of sight
out of mind, somethin I wouldn't do without a nine
I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat
Mashin all through the streets rollin wit some heat
I'm heated, repeat it, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I'm on point and alert
with skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt
Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist
Mentally known to cause motherfuckin dilemmas
See me in black and beware
It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there
Now here's the kickoff, as I'm about to rip off
Rage is knockin lips off, travellin like a spitball, I hit y'all
Right between the eyes, smack dab in the middle
with my rhymes or my riddles, ain't got no time to fiddle
faddle, dibble, dabble
Gotta Rock like Fraggle
I'm hittin so hard I'm leavin that I'm leavin em snaggled
Like Leon Spinks this black cat's got ya jinxed
Fuck around and you'll get chipped off like the Sphinx
Think, about it, better yet forget it
Uhh, play like En Vogue cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the so-lo-ist
Hit you in a second, one two mic checkin
That's my lethal weapon like a chain and ball
I'm wreckin, shop, tech and, glock
Not in my pocket, no need for cock and
gauges just flip the scripts and rippin pages Rage is
the amazin, trail-blazin
Flows shavin like Norelco you can't let go, hell no!
I'm that Lyrical Murderer
Stranded on the Row with my ill type flow and uhh...

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

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

In California [Repeat: x4]

Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard
Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard
Daz Dillinger and the Gang
Who can blast and gangbang

Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut
All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who act lame
See ain't a damn thing changed
You know I ride the neighborhood slow
Floss on you and let the weed blow
True indeed I'm havin' a ball
Pick up the phone and give my homies a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight
What a pity what a sight
And hella Chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber
Pump up the jam for the summer
Gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer
Kinda make you wanna sit back and wonder

[Chorus]
The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods
And nigga get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangsters and bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was

Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again
The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high
Say the wrong thing get right
Prepare in effect homies are prepared everywhere
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me
I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around
Lay 'em all down homies be frontin' for they town
Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin'
California's the state where we be dumpin' what!

[Chorus]

Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound
Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round
Who come around get destroyed off contact
Realize and understand homey you don't want that
Check it out let's engage in military actin'
Women dope and drama keep me yackin'
Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin'
Them beats and that bullsh you yappin'
I'm about all busy boggin' and cappin'
Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action
Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya
Tattooein' y'all with razors
Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him
Now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater
Back on the spot feelin' high
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand
A why can't control the whole scene
Watch it unfold get scold get blown away
Any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come and hear me
Damn you get bruised battered & slammed
Niggas try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz

[Chorus: x2]

[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

[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what?

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..

.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!)

[Daz]
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}

[Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
four so clean like a brand new nina
My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap

At night.. (yeahhh!) At night.. (talkin bout - all that shit)
At night.. (better not go to sleep nigga)
At night.. (yeah! I see you nigga)

Smokin bomb, feelin loaded, forty yappin, smoke imported
Servin as fat as boulders, got a bet yo on my shoulders
Homies robbin homies, on point with the po'-po's
Sellin white snow pure yo, twist a little bit just to get a lil' mo'
We had the ground, we bagged a round, crack, money in stripes
I lay you down, let niggaz know that we ain't no fuckin joke, niggahhh

The nighttime's, the right time, family and pride
Personally known for the way I, spray and ride
Silent if I, silent is the way I glide
Money'll make a nigga shift a pistol shoot to the sky

Nigga let's ride! I love it when the sun goes down
Nigga get chopped down, get gunned down

Run down, run around, and shot down
Popped down glocks in full pound surround
Get the homies together and call the shots, fallin on baller's blocks
Smaller and smaller knots, alcoholics lookin fo'

my gangsta bitches (uh-huh) and busta niggaz (uh-huh)
Liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed

At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (uh-huh)
(liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed)
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (what ch'all niggaz wanna do,
huh?)

I put holes in the air and turn black to blue
And I don't give a fuck about puttin holes in you
The midnight strike, the killer strikes the streets at night
Imitation Doggs on scope and it's on on sight (nigga)

Murder killin robbery, mayhem
Assault with the deadly weapons equals battery
I be down with the tragedy Catch a nigga slippin, shoulda known
Nigga one-eighty-seven ain't shit but a misdemeanor
(If you ain't knowin - they ain't knowin)
Niggaz dyin unexpected, and they knowin
(They don't know) Niggaz tryin to make it echo
but it's showin (they ain't showin) little bitches on the street
straight hoein (straight hoein) you ain't knowin (thought you knew)

Overblown, got'n'gone, the song zone, at the zone shown
Time and time again it's on, Vietnam again
Napalm set-trip, coast-trip, post and get
tripped on, blastin fuckin chippin niggaz out the fuckin dash
What the fuck is this? Niggaz is the luckiest
Strike and spray, e'ryday all day around the way
I lost my homeboy last year, nigga shed his last tear
Comin through to blast shit, I knew I'd catch his ass crip

At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) At night.. (uh-huh)
(liquor weed, pistols pills, niggaz shot and niggaz killed)
At night.. (uh-huh, uh-huh) At night..
At night.. (yeahhh - that's how it go down e'ry night nigga)
At night.. (y'all niggaz better stay strapped)
(cause we on a hunt for all y'all)
At night.. (and we ain't takin no shorts)
(servin y'all niggaz on sight) At night.. (everyday, all night, yeah)
At night.. (everyday, all day, anybody killer)
At night.. (fuck all y'all! yeah!) At night..

Whassup whassup? Whatchu need?
(Got a fifty sack?) Whassup? Aww the police, c'mon! At night..

Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it
Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti
Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb
Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches

I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand
With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
Got so many different advances, different chances
lead to different circumstances, enhancements
Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells Hit niggaz like hammers hit
nails
I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe
Bitch don't you owe me 6000? I'm countin to ten

I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit
And roll up anybody on some skanless shit
Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang
Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo
I'm so caught up in the streets I need to lie low
And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow

*Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum
slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none
[Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none x3]

The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat
(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're fruit cat
Niggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks
When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in)
You know I'm all about the street dollars
Follow your trail and blaze niggaz with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word
Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb
Roll with niggaz disappear in them burbs
Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(Listen) - in other words stop talkin
I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
when the fifth stain leave shit stains off in
your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often
You niggaz soft and the fifth lift chains off often
Get your block chalked when the glock start barkin

*Repeat

Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up
Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up
When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know
Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes
I ain't impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick
And y'all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitch
I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a hill out
I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out
The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones
Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step
Seven to ten niggaz drop when they step
Don't sweat the technique or get chin-checked
Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
Rosco, you can't bite my shit, it causes fiascoes
My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco
I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the bowl
D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul
controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes
Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke

*Repeat

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at
Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out
So what's wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah
Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter Shootin niggaz down cause it's
nuttin
The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy
Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha? You know that nigga, that one nigga,
set it off on ya Pleezbelieveit ya bitch
I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch
And bitches get treated like bitches..
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga!

In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine

I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor
In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside

*I think I'm good at love my life, C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)

*Repeat

Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off
Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!)
Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome

What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts
The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's
Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble
Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
(The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch)

*Repeat (x4)

We DPG back on the mash
Yeeeah Daz and Kurupt
Kurupt and Daz Dean in this
New millenium Yeeeah We ridin, we slidin, we glidin
And everybody knows that we be

Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin,
foes (x2)

Yeea This somethin bout bein a g
Are you the pimp be dippin through the street with heat nigga
I'm just g'd to a t Live at the club Got a nigga dub
Bout to put it on air then ya nigga love
Rock this for some hennessey and get buzzed
Bout to hit the rave up and unplug Hot like I'm sleep Hot like a bomb
Hot uh just like you little momma, huh I'm posted up at the bar bar
With big things in my pocket pocket Pullin big things out my pocket
Yeah, I'm watchin you twerk twerk I'm peepin' yo game yeah
I'm all into you you What do you want to do
I'm gettin approached by these Dames I ignore any each one
Cause I know what I want And I'm all into you you What do you want to
do

*Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin,
foes
(Man, it feels good to be a Dogg Pound Gangsta)

*Repeat

Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Kurupt the Kingpin is a Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes
(Dat nigga Daz is a Dogg Pound Gangsta)

**Move somethin (Move somethin) Keep it g'd (Keep it g'd)
G'd up (G'd up) You know it (Know it)
Motion, coastin, postin, poppin, dippin, sippin, hoppin, droppin, foes

Just post up nigga and watch this Phenomenon when it come to game
Most of these nay be in the lanes Im'a just keep it simple and plain
You can't ill with a g like me See I'm worldwide when I smash shit
Got the indo cut half shit I drink on my time (Drink on my time)
I move on my time (Move on my time) I'm g'd to t (G'd to t)
You know about me (Know about me) Girl I'm damn near married
Ain't talkin bout rollin with a g (Rollin with a g)
Just peepin out your game (Peepin out your game)
For the mommy of the house (Mommy of the house)
Little momma keep doin' ya thang (Keep goin)
And keep turning these suckas out, check it

*Repeat (x2)

***Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees We get the cash
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
We DPG back on the mash
Daz, Kurupt Kurupt and Daz
We puff on the trees And we get the cash
DPG straight on the mash (Dogg Pound!)

**Repeat

Mike Dean let the bass go

*** Repeat

*Repeat (x2)

My nigga Daz, the funkiest nigga to make beats
Nobody see's him, East to West coast (No disrespect)
Say what? (Say What, Say What?)
Motherfucker too much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit cuz!) Where we from?

*Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherfucker, too
much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)

I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em
Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand
There's only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand
(Dogg Pound) The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-
a
And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a These adventures reak
havoc,
Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage
Ryhme savage, introduction to death Muder MC's till ain't shit left
In a sector, why must MC's flip
Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whiped
Claiming they classic, but you don't set no classic examples
With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samples
Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no more
I turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain't live no more
I use to follow, but now you's a legend like sleepy hollow
I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollow
There's no tommorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began
I'm the man, now what is this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)
Oh shit, hell no this can't be Who's this on the radio dissing me
D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got blew outta porportion
I found he's the deadliest force in the world
Where it's all about glamour, fame, and fortune
As we blast and creep, so fuck you
Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete
We the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he's blasting
And anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha)

*Repeat (Say what?, too much, too much, you know what?)

So gimmie, the heat to the motherfucking Jimmies
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's penny
Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs
To you chest, leathal techs, and pissed to get complex
If I had a million dollars, then I'd be rich
If your ho was on deck then I'd fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don, Coleone
And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah)
Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all, all walking caskets
Hit the spot where the smoke is sold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothing more potent than vision
I seen out in through the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon
Then escape a lyrical felon
Accelling in and out like, as if I'm smoking the bomb (boom)
And hit 3's as my D's shine And keep it gangsta

*Repeat

*All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
All my niggaz won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with me
Everybody won't you dip with me
All my bitches won't you dip with meeeee

(aaagghh-ugh) MCs i assassinate Don't play no games
Don't procrastonate Got my homeboy slip
Playing rubber with tha clip Ready to slap a bitch and
Poppin off at the lip What you want somethin
Get my gauge and pop somethin
Quick to pull out Pop and i pop somethin What tha fuck all yall niggaz
Wanna know about tha gang
Actin like yall niggaz ain't really knew our name
Nigga you see we gangstaz Hearts 'n all
Let us spark Gettin niggaz through tha dark 'n all
See 'em all runnin through tha park 'n all
Give a fuck homeboy coz we sparks it off
I'm a raw dogg assassin from tha DPG
And i be one of tha freshest and dopest MC
When you catch us in tha cut And you lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga kurupt
We got it all locked down Coz you ain't hittin no more
Washed up what tha fuck You ain't eatin no more
The radical traumatical assassin Got his ass kicked
The motherfuckin bastard stretched like elastic
Now you bein' a hazard Two gats tha game
Ran slap dead into a train motherfucker
And gettin bitches like an everyday thang
D O double G P O U N D it's tha gang

*Repeat

Skedaddle MCs on these terrains
Terrorist pterodactyl overlooking tha plains Off of propane flames
Stickin niggaz Perapeutic poetical and therapeutic
MCs pulverised punished and executed Don't say i shoot
Homeboy shoot it Y'up against a grizzly Cuz McKenzie
I'm on a frenzy Ain't nothin fun and friendly
I'm headin to where you're friends be
Yeah motherfucker Ya wanna bust it in off ya head motherfucker
Ya heard what i said motherfucker Yeah Kurupt what tha fuck
Kidnap and abduct (check it out)
Niggaz like you don't make it over hear
Where it's all about your heart and tha clothes you wear
I moved out this bitch at tha age of 16 Got my first M16 at 18
First thing i knew was 11-8 gangstaz
And don't you know 'bout tha 6-0's
Y'ever got quoted? Well i did nigga put it on bark and heart foam
In this land we in homie it's all about stripes
That fool thinkin a nigga settle down
With kids and a wife Fuck a bitch homie
My homeboy I warn you You can't be goin on to California
They'll call tha cops on ya Born in tha illy philly philadel' (shh)
Went from shell toe and deeps To heat and canded shell
Went from rhyming on tha block To mini-macs and nots
To max tha tops mini-mac 11s and glocks Motherfuck wit me

*Repeat

Ha ha ha ha Dip with me into a world full of gang bang and dope sales
Where niggaz get they cap pushed back
To tha fact common as a cold
Anyone contesting will catch the grand reprisal
Murder No mercy No remorse Anybody killa
All day everyday without delay Red or blue
It don't matter When tha hot blood splatter
People see more For you filled with gray matter
Brainwaves everyway We murder and end things
And recognise that we come again and again and again
Energize in tha spot like a duracell bunny
Hop to this Hear me now
Continue to ride Ha ha ha ha ha ha
How you say ride Ride with us indeed Or get murdered (Dip Wit Me)

I lost my eye

Yeah, what up baby? Gangstas
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti Gang of bitches in her, cuz

That's what I'm talking about
Look that hoe shakin her ass Big ass titties

This is how the G's move
Baby won't you come and see if you wanna be down wit us (Wit us)
No need for all that bullshit
I'ma gangsta livin gangstafied just givin it up
I just down a fos fill Turned it off, made her strip down to her
drawers
The next stage, as we turned the page
Enter in a different stage of this pimp hall game
I'm like "Baby you lookin bomb" I tell her again
Like "Baby you lookin bomb" light complexion skin
Got a picture of her butt-ass naked she laugh
Later that night I got that pussy then she asked me for Daz

You like it wild and kinky, gettin freaky takin off your bikini
Grant my wish like genie Because you might get G'd if you don't suck
dick
Break out the weed and drank cus we lis
Sippin tequila and all black beamer
Bitches watchin and jockin and seein a nigga gleamin
Can I fuckin get paid sip liquor in the shade
Amaze the bitch worked dick so many ways
She said "Oooooh, I like it when you do it and you knowin that my
pussy's tight"
She said "Oooooh, Is you a nigga that can do it can ya ass fuck
harder tonight?"
I said "Oooooh, Bitch I wanna fuck, can you do it like this and that?"

So lay yo punk ass head back bitch
And listen to sounds of Kurupt and Daz, ya trick bitch

*Gitta Strippin, take it off These hoes came to the party to break it
off
Daz what the fuck is that? (Kurupt what the fuck is this?)
A gang of bitches to eat a gang of dick
Now bitches aint shit They gobble dicks, eat nuts
Blow balls in the Cut In the halls all y'all

Gitta Strippin, take it off
The hoes came to the party to break it off

She said "Kurupt and Daz what's your fantasy?"
That you would never have had a piece of ass for me
Then when you get it one nigga to come after me
Then she worked on a player so drastically
Baby got nasty, when you least expect it
The one that get so drunk and get butt naked
We don't be trippin when we walk inside the club
Chillin with a bitch by the name of Love
See Love was the girl who liked that dick
Plus liked that clit and liked freaky shit

Fucked up off liquor and I don't give a fuck
And so is every nigga that you seein pull up
From our hood, we come in dipped then come out
Get a bad bitch to grab my dick and suck the cum out
I'm tranquilized; I'm out my mind All I want is my dick licked a
million times
Girl, with those lips I wonder what you could do, girl
Probably miracles, and I got to smoke it Get high, and you can lick
dick
till you start chockin Look at my face bitch, I ain't jokin
I'm smooth, I'ma muthafucka, get high as the moon
I'm the nigga that's quick to kick a bitch out the room

If y'all aint givin up no pussy y'all gots to get the fuck up outta
her
right now (Right now, bitch)

*Repeat (x2)

Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this..
shit)
Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day
I'm comin out!
Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap
Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark
I want my snija when you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action
Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward
I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's For all my real niggaz behind
bars
Scared for life, from the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life
Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
or die when your bitch ass death
I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin
Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead
You can't hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop
Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block
Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin from behind

*Here we are (here we are)
and there they are (there they are)
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) (x2)

*Repeat

Where's a herb, call the choreographer the murderer
Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary
Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary
Death is more, another life is gone
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could
Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's..
Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at
Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays
and A.K. retaliates in a major way!
We're in the land where it's banned from man
Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say
what?)
I roll with Crips dippin for the chips
Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail
Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells but nigga, you snitch and tell
leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)
Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up
On a mission for tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta
My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)

*Repeat (x2)

Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up
On some niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine
Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come
do what they do, and put they work on you
See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play
Like everyday, all day You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan
and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked
and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga come get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it
How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine
Livin the life of crime where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this
We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch!

*Repeat (x3)

Kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here
Choke out! PLO! KILL 'EM!...

Huh, Ride ride, ride ride, ride, gangstas
We ride, fuck these niggas Daz, fuck 'em
Bust a bitch nigga Please believe that

Motherfuckers wanna come through my block, shoot up and serve they
rocks
Uh uh, here we come nigga to shut down your block
Recognize when the nine go pop, that's when they homeboys drop
With a plastic glock made his body lay cold, 12 shots
Nigga tell me what it is, y'all done lost it and forgot
Did I run this motherfucker from the bottom to top
We blast and dash with cops because we just don't give a fuck
When you see me nigga, better hide and duck
With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray
right
Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right
Cuz we on a mission all out hunt, smoking hunts
Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious
It's like a force I can't control it, you see it in mine
That's when you get burn and you learn, stop fucking with mine
(buck, buck, buck) We intervene and puff green, loaded and high
Cuz tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, some niggas gone die

How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight
Not you, not you, not you

We never gave a fuck, so what the fuck we gone start?
Snatching arms off, bust and puncture your heart
Don't trip homie, I ain't get 'em yet I'm a penal system vet, off of
cigarettes
A mushroom high, get 'em back now sherm right out the bucket, fuck it
Pull it out and pass it around and boom boom up and down
Never knew such a thing could happen,
Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let's
start scrapping
I'm tiny as fuck, never bow down to nann nigga
Beware nigga, all gangstas over here nigga
I'm tired of these ho's, I'm a let you niggas know
The ho you love nigga gotta hell-a-fide blow
Listen Bitch, all you'll ever be is a bitch All you'll ever be to me
is a bitch
Can't help it but I keep my mind right nigga The poltergeist nigga
Once or twice, twice as nice pulling a heist nigga
Never gave a fuck and I don't ever think I will
I'm quick to pull out the glock and pop like pills

*How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga
How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight
How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight
Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga

I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch you slippin'
If your bloodin' and crippin' nigga your done for and finished
Been in it since the beginning, peeling niggas caps back
On the for realla my nigga cuz it's like that
Girl it ain't but play to bone, we make a living jacking niggas
16, 15, and 7 figga niggas (all y'all bitches)
Beware, 101, Get your gun And prepare, to get done, blast and run

That's right, that's right, pull it out let the bullets fly
Pull it back and fly high, And fuck the rest, aim and life and live,
Till everything in this motherfucker get hit and burned to a crisp
You heard it right, murder, tonight, today See everyone in every way
Calypso, unloading a clip though on you ho's
Blazin' up the crip though pictures get painted like Vangoh, I wanna
know

*Repeat

Man get yo punk ass down Come on let's go let's go, shots, we out
Fuck all y'all homeboys, yeah that's what I said

All up in the shadows with calico's in the fo'
Dippin' in my lo-lo I'm a mutha fucking fool
G stands for gangsta first and foremost
Posting with my pistols, holding my pose MC dipping not giving a fuck
Kurupt slide, Daz roll I'm shotgun in the ride
Like nigga did you see that motherfucker over there?
The first motherfucker with his hood in the air
Round up the homies in the park
12 double-O, afternoon check the homies heart
Shit's about to spark, thunderdome popping off
When you checking niggas heart they start dropping off
I'm a gangsta a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch
Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch
Walk, gangstas just walkin' Talking that gangsta talk with that
gangsta walk
Count the homies off by the tens, and rows of fives
If we all don't get the fuck in we ride
That's how the gangstas move, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga

*When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
Making money and the fame for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga

You thought you had a grip, well we did too
That's why me and the homies decided to come through
Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick
Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip
On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round
Whip out the fo' pound, dump 'cause he's moving around
I bet he never move again, the next time a motherfucker say stay down
On the ground, I bet he won't make a sound
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land
nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, hit a switch
Me and D-a-z like bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga

*Repeat

Have you ever once looked back, looked into the mirror
Saw your self falling flat, like where the fuck am I at?
I'm sick of this shit, I'm a put it all on the line
Before Daz start slapping bitches out they mind
Like bitch you wanna get slapped out your mind?
Bitches I'm a tell ya one more time, see We can do anything, pull any
ho
Do anything we wanna do don't you know
Kurupt and Daz, Daz and Kurupt, lick it up
I'm a aqua-boogie with a bitch walking up and down the strip
Not giving a fuck bitch, Daz dropping gangsta shit
It's nine let's get high, ya ho's need a ten
This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land
nigga
Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, snatch a snitch
Me and D-a-z G, bitch pay me
That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool
I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to
I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga

*Repeat just 4 lines

See me, it ain't a thang for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga
When you see me in the street best believe I got heat
I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga

(La la la la la la la la) [What about you.. what about him?..
(repeated)]

(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

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)

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....

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)

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

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.

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

*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)

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