한 시대를 최강의 랩배틀 중에 1인자로 손꼽힌 Kurupt은 여전히 웨스트코스트 힙합매니아들과 수많은 힙합 팬들에게 사랑받는 래퍼이다. 비트보다 더욱 돋보이는 그의 랩핑은 타의 추종을 불허할 정도로의 리듬감으로 독특하다라는 그런 것과는 다른 정말 랩에서 생동감이 느껴진다고 표현해야 더욱 잘 어울리며, 힙합의 전설 투팍조차도 그의 타고난 실력을 인정했다. 긴박감 넘치고 어두운 분위기 속에서 G-FUNK의 부드러움이 조합된 수많은 그의 곡들 중 본앨범에서는 평화롭고 아름다운 선율이 인상적인 ‘On me’에서 새로운 모습을 발견해보자! .... ....
I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it,
[Radio DJ] Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin' in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It's not on your radios Your radio is not really on If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on)
[Phats Bossi] Who's the misfit stompin' through your district? Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the shit? Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing yet The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP Regime be the team of the scream Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean On your radio, yo, yo
1- I'm your radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I'm your radio (Turn me on) That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate
[Kurupt] Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_ I'm your radio baby in stereo baby G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies Listenin' to Gotti at five I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls Young balls hog; a millon words a minute A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_ Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up Or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack What up ROC?
Repeat 1
[R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next The name ain't debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya) I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs Then tell him something (What?) I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?" Partna, what's poppin', rock cockin', double glock And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah) My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh) I suggest you adjust your vest position Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin' And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on I'm on your radio
[RZA] Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106 But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio" I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin' Let me hear that heater go!
[Radio DJ] Thank you!
*Phone rings* [Radio DJ] This is KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio" I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy Keep it bangin'!
[Radio DJ] Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something
*Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G] Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song By Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it
[Radio DJ] WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS What more can we have here folks?! Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz It's going down
*Phone rings* [Radio DJ] Hot-line, who is this?!
[Queen B] What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs And "I'm Your Radio". Keep banging that shit baby
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick
When I met you last night baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for ya lady But now I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And ya even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call Next time I'm feelin kinda horny You can come on over, and I'll break you off And if you can't fuck, that day, baby Just lay back, and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world
Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin I learned in the pound so how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none (x4)
Guess who back in the motherfuckin house With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggaz do too Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it Cause you know I don't love em
Whoa! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the btiches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on back So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get off your knees and then start jugglin these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout Whoo!
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute
Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen
Chorus Two:
These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me
(repeat)
Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards
Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X
These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who?
Chorus One: 2X
Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house...
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY)
Xxplosive featuring Hittman,Kurupt,Nate Dogg,Six-Two작곡:Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,Craig A. Longmiles,Craig Longmiles,Dr. Dre,Isaac Hayes,Nate Dogg,Nathaniel Hale,Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Xxplosive West coast shit My nigguhish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me my shit's the bomb Xxplosive for my niggaz drinkin Cognac smokin weed always pack mo' than one firearm chrome rims ridin on Chronic in yo' system let me know my shit's the bomb Xxplosive West coast shit nigga Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up Gobble and swallow a nut up shut up and get my cash Backhanded pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar pimp convention hoes for a dollar SixDeuce in a plush sixdeuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes just to lay wit hoes Relax one night and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day well save this dick Bitch nigga you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip you punk bitch All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know They ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed Real trees Chronic leaves No seeds When I had you last night baby Before I blew yo' mind I thought we had a chance lady No more now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we still makin gangsta hits You'll be still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch this biiiitch I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular I put that on the G A hustler and a player nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixtyfo' I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend I left them hoes at the mall They be beepin me and shit but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin they on the nuts But beitch I'm out ya pussy when I nut f'real
Let's Get High featuring Hittman,Kurupt,Ms. Roq작곡:Andre Young,Bill Curtis,Brian Bailey,Johnny Flippin,Marshall Mathers,Randy Muller,Raquel Weaver,Ricardo Brown, Jr.,Stefan Harris
[all together] All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! [repeat 4X]
[Hittman] Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?"
[Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt] Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high, all my ladies let's get high (hiiiiigh..) high (hiiiiigh..) Let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high
I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics] Down to..
YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES? Mel-Man what's crackin? Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq] Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch! I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz!
Housewife featuring Hittman,Kurupt작곡:Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,Dr. Dre,Melvin Charles Bradford,Ricardo Brown, Jr.,Tracy Lynn Curry
Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money maker she got paper she bout to trip I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong but comin home to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy I take advantage All up in them panties I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded I can't control it Tryin to leave her beeper just exploded She sweatin me won't let me broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas Texas assed out Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife Now hoe is short for honey almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic she's psychotic rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics Name a sexual disease she got it like Sam Goody You be like Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia Fool I pity ya We live in the city off ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp she will doo wah diddy ya Prettier to grittier the wittier can get her to the Hotel Niko on some Sauve shit like Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high post hoe a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave and Pico At the ho tel mo tel or the Holiday Inn I said if that bitch keep fuckin up then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip dive what can I say Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O J Some niggaz bang blood some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy I truly enjoy if you blew my balls right through my drawers Come back to the mansion chill at the spot From the way she was blowin I know she does it a lot I have a eight and a half nine and three quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head gimme some ass Gimme some cash pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new I thought you knew I knew you would you wish you could break a G down break me down But I'm a see you on the rebound D P style Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife
This One's For U 작곡:Al Mckay,Marvin Whitemon,Maurice White,Philip Bailey,Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Gangsta nigga! To all the homies (for all the homies) No bitch ass niggas allowed No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this) Kurupt Young Godi Check it out
Gangsta gangsta I'm a G from the D That's what the ridahs see I'ma get a quarter mil quarter inch with the deal Come through grey and blue I'ma show you what I do where I hang the shit Dogg Pound Gangstaville in the cut nigga what I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too Get a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through Got my nigga Slip too And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion Ain't no words to express this song Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone This goes out to the homies And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you!
(Chorus) This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you! This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you! (Give it up nigga, give it up fool)
Hollered at one of the homies the other day He said son ??? and then he looked the other way Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself He choked and in the ??? I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates To a whole different hood where different shit takes place I been G, since the age of 18 When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes Holla at the big homeboy see-Style Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash I didn't think niggas could last Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz
(Chorus)
I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO! I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 2 x)
There I was, When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm Stack up the cut just like bustas Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? My man Capone got a hold of his own Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes Could we put hoes nigga Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames Dope in the wind, indo and hair The gang nigga
(Chorus til fade)
Make Some Noize 작곡:Carlton Ridenhour,Eric Sadler,James Henry Boxley Iii,L.T. Priest "Soopafly" Brooks,Ricardo Brown, Jr.
[Intro: Kurupt talking & Daz yelling in background]
[Verse 1: Kurupt] Come to ?? and bank Where the ?? is ?? And fly, pelican, fly Fly away Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat Hollow tip ?? Soopafly, psychotic Super Sonic With a little bit of chronic ?? Can't have a phone, nigga Without the hydrolics Can't purchase no powder Without the cauliflower Holly Colly, high power Bangin' with the homies Bustin' on bustas Dumpin' on cowards The homies said move to left, home boy hit your chest Knock out, hold your breath, home boy W's for the West, home boy E is for the East, home boy D-A-Z and Soopafly Motherfucker, Priest, home boy My niggas Blaze a ounce Hit the stage Bitches strip Niggas bounce
[Chorus: Daz] All my Dogg Pound niggas better... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All the bitches in the front better... Make some noise! All my homies all over the world... Make some noise! All my niggas all over... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All my niggas down with us... Make some noise! Everybody around the world... Make some noise!
[Verse 2: Kurupt] Process of elimination Total devastation Total world domination Struck determination Capitations Determination To injure the nation And leave a whole half of the world... With a million decapitations With no hesitation Fast! Blast with the homies It's all set to blast To bust a nigga, touch him Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin' It ain't shit See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit So you fall cause you're hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules of the hood Q's, that's on you You know the rules of the hood I'm a G fa sho D.P. fa sho From the back to the middle To the front of the door You got a Cadillac Seville? I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill Now, nigga, how you feel?
[Chorus: Daz] All my niggas clockin' paper... Make some noise! All my Dogg Pound niggas... Make some noise! All my gang bang niggas... Make some noise! All my niggas from South Central... Make some noise! All my niggas from Philedelphia... Make some noise! All my niggas from Jersey... Make some noise! All my niggas in Atlanta... Make some noise! If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise!
[Verse 3: Kurupt] Nigga, what? You're just a space invader Takin' up all the space, motherfucker! and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces when it takes place Y'all never know it takes place Little busta in disguise I can see it in your eyes I ain't hatin' Fool... What's crackulatin'? Is it sex or glocks Money for rhymes or rocks? All my home boys with 9's in they hands Put them in the air Bust like you just don't care This the Terror Dome Home, sweet, home For the chrome Pack your homies With the foes And all gold in the bones Hit the strip club Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed What the fuck?! They love Kurupt! But I don't give 'em a sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make 'em bounce And blaze the weed And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce
[Chorus: Daz] If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back, won't you... Make some noise! If you down with this shit, won't you... Make some noise! Put your hands on the side and... All my niggas in the back, would you... Make some noise! Everybody all around, won't you... Make some noise! And all my real, live niggas, won't you... Make some noise! Everybody down with ??, would you... Make some noise!
[Daz & Kurupt yelling, then Kurupt begins to talk]
[Verse 4: Kurupt] Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed On a one-to-one one day In ??'s car Like, "What up, Dogg?" "Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw" Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss So what the fuck you wanna do? Slump me and bump me Pull out a pump and pump me Cause I own my own company?
When the acid rain falls Your frame falls I'll make your chains spark the lead, the chainsaws I'm not captivated And I'm not captive Free as a bird to fly out on Perv Ain't here for no frontin' Just to say a little somethin' Rack up the gauge, spray a lil' something' My momma always told me Right before she'd hold me: "Look, don't tell me, don't say it, just show me" Over and over again It sunk in slowly I'm a bomb shell Bomb-o-rama, high times is proper I'm eqipped with four clips And all the accessories For all them Sesame Street G's That pestin' me Not servin' neccessaties In the battle, I'm raw Galactica, mother Light 'em up like battle star Galactica, mother
[Chorus] I'ma show you how I do it over here (over here) If you show me how you do it over there (over there) I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket Put that on something I'm about to get payed Put that on something I put that on my momma Put that on something That's on e'rythang Nigga, put that on something I'm about to get a meal ticket Put that on something I'm about to get payed Put that on something I put that on my momma Put that on something That's on e'rythang Nigga, put that on something Put that on something Put that on something Nigga, put that on something
I put that on my shoes and sox My moms and my pops My bomb drops, my five glocks, and my knots How you gonna tell me what I'm gonna do? When I'm not When I'm hot Is when you can consider it got In one false move Is when the vaults move Cracked in the middle like eggs Spread on the table Your pulse halts Boy, get your game together This ain't to die together ?This ain't the ain't together? Now ain't this somethin'? A youngster just swerved up The homie just swerved up Hold up! I'ma be goin' tonight I ran into the homies It's on tonight I gotta throw on my stars and my khakis tonight
[Chorus]
I know a few of y'all could ?? the time to spit off After bustin' lead off Knockin' a nigga head off Fa sho Hard core, fa sho Predator Mentor Antra entrepenuer? Radical and raw assassin, maskin' Caskets and drastics tactics Quick To flip 'em like bricks Put a little soul in your strive, home boy If you ever think about tryin' to ride, home boy Caticalism Reactions leads to another food up Fool across the across the bridge with six kids, get clips And everything 'quipped with that Like Daz said: "Retaliation, Revenge and Getback" Like Daz said: "If you ever need me homie, you know what to do" If I never said it before, the same applies for you (This one's for you)
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I put that on the hood Put that on something I put that on my kids Put that on something I put that on my life Put that on something I put that on e'rythang Put that on something I put that on my grandkids Put that on something I put that on e'rythang Put that on something I put that on my life Put that on something Put that on something Put that on something Is that right? (Oh really?) Put that on something then, huh?! Put that on something you love Something that you care about Something that you would never give up Put that on something Put that on something Put that on something (I put that on my kids) You know what I mean? Put that on something, homie Huh? Put that on something
Play My Cards 작곡:Anthony Ransom,Brian Wilson,Casey Wilson,Kevin Gilliam,Ricardo Brown, Jr.
(To) (to) (to) (To the tic) (To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Kurupt Young Gotti Hell yeah
Raw Dawg You know You know me Raw Dawg Assassin Comin atcha, baby Cat, kick it in Kick it in
[ VERSE 1 ] Pull up... Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retaliation Spit sparks till shit's dark forever What's up, homie Why you walkin up on me? Postin up in the shade We can draw or get paid You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy Click em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons (Yo, what up?) I'm just a gee Oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it Act like you knew it 'fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A fool over to the right gunnin The homies whistled We all draw pistols
[ CHORUS ]
We Can Freak It 작곡:Andre Wilson,Casey Wilson,David Ivy Ware,Kevin Gilliam,Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Bounce rock roll and skatin Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons
[Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all As I bounce rock skate on threes
[Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2]
[Baby S] Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S, nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm, and Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around Make me feel like a G one more He once smoked For free, now its all about the G's and me
[Kurupt] Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young g's and og's We on the smash for cash and that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh
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Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as shit While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh
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