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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
*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) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Yeah Yeah Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!) I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice I keep my business separate from my personal life Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight Little niggas try to calculate the money I make I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet Grabbing it for any altercation catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan And I ain't waiting for the one time to catch me Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me I'm at the crib trying to chill with my little kid Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up, Cover my son up, and let the lead off Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!) *We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life) Living the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life) We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife) Living the gangsta's life *Repeat I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga) Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta life Niggas is heated down to dump on site Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G Cuz ain't nothing but the hog in me Niggas around my way don't get along with me (why?) Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up I'm running on anybody who post and ran up Everybody in my family path was jail Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell STRAIGHT GANGSTA! *Repeat (x2) **What would you do if you could Get with my crew, baby What would you do if you could down with the dog pound Gangstas, just let it all go no games No snitching allowed, spitting no names I'm G And You ain't? I can? and you can't? Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight Snitching on your homeboys, that ain't right I always grew up since eighteen and up With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas) Blast backs at times we got bust at Turn around, bust back then scat Moving on up to the top of the map Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back This is our world, land of the gangsta macks Controlled by the blue and red rags Out here we ain't into ice Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life *Repeat (x2) **Repeat (x3) We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta life |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
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) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!) Cigarettes, heron (We about to get fucked up!) Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up (We about to get fucked up!) Sherm, sherm Bomb weed, swisher sweets All types of shit we need Get me high ever day Passing by give me weed (We about to get fucked up!) Uppers, downers, methamphetamines Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire Get high, and high, and high, more and more high Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real What about you, you know the drugs So all my niggas and my bitches right about now (You know we about to get fucked up!) Smoking weed on the curb See my homeboy chilling swigging ? (We about to get fucked up!) To all my smokers smoking dope Please don't over dose please don't overdose (We about to get fucked up!) Getting high, dipping bye, just might crash That's when I'm high I dip and dash (We about to get fucked up!) I smoke weed and hash I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb x2 Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass Do what I said real quick and real fast Cigar paper or a zag We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags Nigga don't make me laugh Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it And did it just how I want it (you see it ain't no thang) (We about to get fucked up!) Cuz it's nothing And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing (We about to get fucked up!) Spending G's smoking trees Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me (We about to get fucked up!) Heron, know it's the bomb Hit it like one more time (We about to get fucked up!) Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm, Regulate to make paper, paper It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat. Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G's. |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
I lost my eye
Yeah, what up baby? Gangstas Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti Gang of bitches in her, cuz That's what I'm talking about Look that hoe shakin her ass Big ass titties This is how the G's move Baby won't you come and see if you wanna be down wit us (Wit us) No need for all that bullshit I'ma gangsta livin gangstafied just givin it up I just down a fos fill Turned it off, made her strip down to her drawers The next stage, as we turned the page Enter in a different stage of this pimp hall game I'm like "Baby you lookin bomb" I tell her again Like "Baby you lookin bomb" light complexion skin Got a picture of her butt-ass naked she laugh Later that night I got that pussy then she asked me for Daz You like it wild and kinky, gettin freaky takin off your bikini Grant my wish like genie Because you might get G'd if you don't suck dick Break out the weed and drank cus we lis Sippin tequila and all black beamer Bitches watchin and jockin and seein a nigga gleamin Can I fuckin get paid sip liquor in the shade Amaze the bitch worked dick so many ways She said "Oooooh, I like it when you do it and you knowin that my pussy's tight" She said "Oooooh, Is you a nigga that can do it can ya ass fuck harder tonight?" I said "Oooooh, Bitch I wanna fuck, can you do it like this and that?" So lay yo punk ass head back bitch And listen to sounds of Kurupt and Daz, ya trick bitch *Gitta Strippin, take it off These hoes came to the party to break it off Daz what the fuck is that? (Kurupt what the fuck is this?) A gang of bitches to eat a gang of dick Now bitches aint shit They gobble dicks, eat nuts Blow balls in the Cut In the halls all y'all Gitta Strippin, take it off The hoes came to the party to break it off She said "Kurupt and Daz what's your fantasy?" That you would never have had a piece of ass for me Then when you get it one nigga to come after me Then she worked on a player so drastically Baby got nasty, when you least expect it The one that get so drunk and get butt naked We don't be trippin when we walk inside the club Chillin with a bitch by the name of Love See Love was the girl who liked that dick Plus liked that clit and liked freaky shit Fucked up off liquor and I don't give a fuck And so is every nigga that you seein pull up From our hood, we come in dipped then come out Get a bad bitch to grab my dick and suck the cum out I'm tranquilized; I'm out my mind All I want is my dick licked a million times Girl, with those lips I wonder what you could do, girl Probably miracles, and I got to smoke it Get high, and you can lick dick till you start chockin Look at my face bitch, I ain't jokin I'm smooth, I'ma muthafucka, get high as the moon I'm the nigga that's quick to kick a bitch out the room If y'all aint givin up no pussy y'all gots to get the fuck up outta her right now (Right now, bitch) *Repeat (x2) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
*Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches *Repeat (x3) Pussy makes the world go 'round, knock that pussy up and down Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast (Fuck em right) Fuck em Daz, work that pussy, slap that ass (Oh) Put my dick right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill) Move it in and out and give em what you will All the hoes actin moody, stick my dick up in her coochie If that hole get played out, stick my dick up in her booty Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at *Repeat (x2) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Well...this is the party where the people get hardy
where the party never just don't stop. So just clap your hands and stomp your feet, and make your body rock. Well....I'm D-A-Z, the MC of the night. Came here to jam just to rock the mic. Now gangsta don't dance, they boogie with a little of this and a little bit of that and a fat 50 sack. Come on and break it down. Baby girl, let me see you do your thang. Man I love it when the party just swang. Shake it all around and let your boo-ty' swang. You know there's a party goin on and my moms ain't home. The feeling is right, we doin this all night long. Come on make it hot. Baby girl, won't you do your thang, make it pop. *It's a party at my house. It's about to go...It's about to go DOWN! It's a party at my house (It's a party at my house) It's about to go....it's about to go DOWN! *Repeat Stepped to the bar and ordered a drink. Pull out my money, grab my bank. Sat at the table and to smoke some dank. Posted by the bar and I did my thang. I seen this bad bad bitch so i bought her a drink, now let's see how much ass this bitch can shake. Now get down to the rhythm of the funky beat. D-O double G, P-O-U-N-D, Yeah Ima gangsta and that's all I be. I'm gettin lucky bitches like 1,2,3. Be sure to talk. If she a freak then we fade tomorrow. Yeah, since I been born, I been born to ball. That's right, we havin a party y'all. For all my loc's and doggs; For all my hoggs and G's, I put the dick in the mouth. Now that's what I'm talkin about. *Kurupt in backround: Beitch! *Repeat (x2) Now...If you really really want it, bitch come get it. I wanted to see if you was all down wit it. See, i told you once and I told you twice. Bitch, you gon' give up the pussy tonight. D: It's D-A-Z. K: Nigga, D-O-G. D: The K-U-R-U-P-T. K: Most definitely. D: We the D-O double G. K: Professionally. D: In the place to be. K: The D-P-G-C. Now, get your freak on, freak on, get your freak on. Now, get your gangsta on, gangsta on, Homie get your gangsta on. Now get your groove on, groove on. Groove on, groove on. Now get yo walk on, yo walk on. Yo walk on. *Repeat (x2) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H (x2)
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) I met her way back when on tour, day ten I had her bent over backwards, her and her best friend I was doin her in, makin me cum again and again and again and again Havin a bomb while baby ate my balls Gobbling all, dick all in her jaws And you know after I nut I gotta get the fuck up and hit the cut, bitch You always 'll be a ho that I know When it shows in your attitude, it shows in your clothes Look at her lookin cute in the Channel leather boots And her pussy got juicer than a Juicy Fruit Dick gobbler, nut swallower You know the bitch is a real top scholar Off ecstacy baby fuckin the best of me Beyonc?is my Destiny You're jus a bitch (x2) [Kurupt] Bitch You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) You're jus a bitch She's just a perfect ball blower I'm a fuckin it up See all you'll ever be is a bitch to Kurupt Put it in perspective, all she wanna do is eat some Put it in perspective, all the bullet do is feed some Put it in perspective, all I wanna do is beat some So before I beat it, you can eat it, bitch These bitches nowadays ain't right Still havin a good time, all they wanna do is fight But I ain't got time for it, I'm a say it again See I ain't got time for it, nor the money to spend But you bitch, let me tell you what you could do bitch And all you'll ever be to me and my crew bitch A dust bag, dirtier than the motherfuckin dirt Or I could rat, only good for hittin from the back Scandalous than a motherfuckin fat bitch Pro'ly would a ate the homie's dick if ain't crackin so quick You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2) You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4x You're jus a bitch Can I get some pussy tonight A hour before my flight, is it alright? Is it all cool? Can we pull in the drive and then fuck in the back of my Lexus truck, bitch Get my dick sucked in the back of the pool Been fuckin since pre-school, I'm a motherfuckin fool Fool A bitch is a bitch Bitch And now can my dick play wit your clit? The bitch love dat shit Yeah And I won't be thinkin like dis hit Be nuts on Tuesday And leavin with two women to twist Yeah You still chasin bitches in pre-school I used to do that, but if it ain't over to me homie Then it just ain't cool You're jus a bitch (Bitch got some big ass motherfuckin legs) You're jus a bitch (Oooooo, girl she know how to suck a diack) You're jus a bitch (She was eatin a home girl pussy, freakin it out with a dildo in her ass) You're jus a bitch (Yeah freak mama number one n-nasty) You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4) You're jus a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Yeah, yeah you know I was strolling down the street the other day
you know and I ran into this lady I'm like "what's up mommy, hey what's up baby, what's cracking baby what's going on with you girl". You know she tried to act all funny ain't wanna speak to a nigga, I'm like "Ya bitch! Shit, fucking bitch!". It ain't like you ain't never sucked dick before ya bitch. Ya stupid ho, you bitch, you hoe... Calm and collected, I'm in a zone of my own Clouded clips of chrome, sunny californ- The home of jack artist, thick thighs and Myties Major high, suicide, drive-byes and crime Homicides, gang banging, the bangers bang See out here in baby we into our own thang Time to head up to Venice, kick it on the beach Ladies all the thick, the bomb, soft as a peach It's me and Daz, dogs off the leash Who all the ho's want to cling on to and suck dry like a leach Daz and Kurupt coming out the cut We just don't give a fuck and just wanna fuck And all we wanna do is bust a nut Come see me ho, ya bitch, ya slut And the bitch had the nerve to ask me for a motherfucking autograph I'm like you goofy bitch! *If you want some play from me tonight You got to treat me baby Treat me like a lady *Repeat So I'm a stand at an angle She was thick like a mango If I fucked her in bed, the bitch was hard to tangle I ain't no Casanova I ride a cruiser and a nova But I'm young for my age I'm on a whole different page I fuck bitches old as my age I need a bitch with class, I need a bitch that's paid Wine and dine at a Toro's, Me and my amigos Drinking margarita's with a couple of ho's You want a soft cut nigga, do what I say type of man That's some shit I don't get with, some shit I don't understand Later on 'til the break of dawn, busting the thongs Till the twats gone all you heard was moans Ass, hips, and lips over a hard ass dick Make a good combination when I'm nutting and shit She said you know I don't suck dick but I... (Oh you lying bitch. You ate lil' Mo's dick last week) *Repeat (x2) I treat 'em how they act, knock 'em how they want it Some of you fools just ain't up on it Conversation waste time, I'm straight to the topic Let me see them thongs baby, I want to see them drop it With baby bearing hips the baby sticks right out Soon as they touch the floor I pull my dick right out Daz you ever see this bitch before (Naw) Well she's about to blow your socks off, she's about to knock on the door Well I rather get an ugly bitch then a fine bitch 'Cause an ugly bitch don't want ya but a fine bitch want all ya shit Lil' bitch, fat bitch, small dick, big dick Love the way you switch shit she love that shit She say Daz, "I love ya 'cause ya fucking me" But in my mind bitch ya really nothing to me Her ass so plumy, I treat her like a puppy (And make that bitch pop that monkey) *Repeat (x4) I'm gonna treat you like a lady and give you FIVE dollars. You only live down the street, you can even walk. Come on I'll even walk with you come on, I'll even walk with you |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
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.. |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
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! |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Rocafella Dogg Pound nigga... Gangstas...
Daz... Kurupt... Dilli... Gotti... Haha.. Big Earl... The gunshot echoed through the street, where I pick my feet Street sweep, seperate, delete [D] As you ask for peace The concrete crackin the shells You aim for the chest and ride for the west See everybody used to tell him that he wouldn't never live long ..never live long And that we gon' always die with the strong Get it on, never knew it could happen.. (never knew it could happen) But evidently it did.. (evidently it did) A nigga got older.. (a nigga got older) And had a few kids.. (and had a few kids) Keep throwin hogs in the war, lettin off in the warzone at that gat pass and blast, pass the chrome Until this day, motherfuckers still think we wrong Put a bullet in ya dome, run in yo' home Get yo' cash, ya jewelry, and yo' stone It's on.. (It's on) It's stoned Another motherfucker gone Pullin out bullets out the pump our Gangsta G'd up, all new apparel I'll never give a fuck about none of y'all niggaz So I let off the sawed-off double barrel Dat Nigga Daz Kurupt the Kingpin motherfucker! Ridin up on you suckers! Motherfuckers wanna act like they wanna bang Go head up with the gang Suckers, busters, fuckers, bitch-ass snitchers In the sky Another mother got to cry - Shit happens! Damn man you just walked up and shot the nigga momma Man he couldn't get the nigga so he shot the nigga momma (Shit happens!) Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man You ain't hard nigga We ran up on yo' bitch-ass and took yo' car nigga The fuck you think you going Yo' bitch-ass ain't gettin too far nigga I'ma blast before I speak Uh-huh, I'ma dash you fore I creep Uh-huh, I'ma fuck ya bitch next week And have that bitch sell her pussy for me See we can squabble scrap Shank 'em, pull out gats and blast We can chill or kick back, two niggaz smokin that See money ain't shit, and that bitch you love eat dicks Ate the whole clique, anything we want we can get bitch Havin money, bitches, cars Slangin pussy on the boulevard Oh my God Smash and dip, gangstas on the gangsta shit, G'd as fuck Blastin niggaz for iron as Buck in the cut with the M14 Guarunteed to get what we need to get, shootin shit And shit happens! Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!) Aww cous' you heard about what happened to cous' over there on 14th (What happened?) Aww man (Shit happens!) Man the nigga killed hisself, man soutside suicide man Man he couldn't live with this shit (Shit happens!) Man that nigga got shot square in the head, homeboy Square in the head, I saw it last week, ya don't know? (Bitch!) Watch yo' ass! [D] Better watch - yo' - ass! Shit happens boy [K] Shit happens boy It could happen to me It could happen to you This a public service announcement We hood to hood Don't come, to our hood nigga Cuz in our hood (SHIT) happens Hahaha.... |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking? Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up! (Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh) Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience multiple gun shots Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast Smash boom batter and crash Shells spread from head to head like rashes When it clashes Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes Drive by's drive by night and day The homie grill in the drive by night and day For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds *My heart don't pump no fear (no fear) And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears) Just pass and die around here Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears) I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear) And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears) Just pass and die around here My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear) We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me If I catch a gun and let me rest in peace I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased Go through up and down those in heaven above Those scattered shot myself and those who I love If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high Life's a long ride, but we all die Cuz my heart don't pump no fear And I ain't scared of nobody out here God hates a coward they told me that when I was young And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run *Repeat Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's) So if we come in the back come equipped Run, hide, and duck quick Before we shake your shit Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped I get a grip 50100's and count it up Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut Who got the flavor can't control my behavior Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody) Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous With a tommy gun it reminds ya son The battle cry's and war drums it just begun Vicious as an alligator the street major No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody) Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks *Repeat (Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh) My heart don't pump no fear |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Over and over again
It seems there's no way out Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress But the world is a test Without God and a bulletproof vest You might be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, step by step Maybe this'll be something I regret (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the rent Gotta get some get back It seems there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and flip that Now watch it come rit back Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell Why I fucked up and I swear I can't tell, where I fell Escape death and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas But there's no way out Sing it with me come on *There's no way out Through all the huet, the pain, the fear and the doubts But if you look the other route then you'll find out You can do it Homie, there's someway out Talent ain't shit Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, body and soul Grow old and lose control Duck your foes and watchin' foes While the homies hold on Held on too long the strong quickly got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?) While I'm in a terminal state Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz) The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) Yeah I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, IBC's I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems Sing it with me come on *Repeat (x4) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this..
shit) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day I'm comin out! Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you singin the sparks Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's For all my real niggaz behind bars Scared for life, from the blade of a knife The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest or die when your bitch ass death I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead You can't hang, nigga die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die Blind ya when we comin from behind *Here we are (here we are) and there they are (there they are) Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) (x2) *Repeat Where's a herb, call the choreographer the murderer Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary Death is more, another life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's.. Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a major way! We're in the land where it's banned from man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?) I roll with Crips dippin for the chips Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells but nigga, you snitch and tell leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!) Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up On a mission for tuition, I need bucks Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh) *Repeat (x2) Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up On some niggaz who try to get buck In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come do what they do, and put they work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play Like everyday, all day You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!) To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga come get it Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine Livin the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch! *Repeat (x3) Kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here Choke out! PLO! KILL 'EM!... |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Man get yo punk ass down Come on let's go let's go, shots, we out
Fuck all y'all homeboys, yeah that's what I said All up in the shadows with calico's in the fo' Dippin' in my lo-lo I'm a mutha fucking fool G stands for gangsta first and foremost Posting with my pistols, holding my pose MC dipping not giving a fuck Kurupt slide, Daz roll I'm shotgun in the ride Like nigga did you see that motherfucker over there? The first motherfucker with his hood in the air Round up the homies in the park 12 double-O, afternoon check the homies heart Shit's about to spark, thunderdome popping off When you checking niggas heart they start dropping off I'm a gangsta a gangsta, a bitch is a bitch Change up and switch fuck around and then snitch Walk, gangstas just walkin' Talking that gangsta talk with that gangsta walk Count the homies off by the tens, and rows of fives If we all don't get the fuck in we ride That's how the gangstas move, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga On the grind living life in the fast lane motherfucker I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga Making money and the fame for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga You thought you had a grip, well we did too That's why me and the homies decided to come through Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round Whip out the fo' pound, dump 'cause he's moving around I bet he never move again, the next time a motherfucker say stay down On the ground, I bet he won't make a sound This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, hit a switch Me and D-a-z like bitch pay me That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *Repeat Have you ever once looked back, looked into the mirror Saw your self falling flat, like where the fuck am I at? I'm sick of this shit, I'm a put it all on the line Before Daz start slapping bitches out they mind Like bitch you wanna get slapped out your mind? Bitches I'm a tell ya one more time, see We can do anything, pull any ho Do anything we wanna do don't you know Kurupt and Daz, Daz and Kurupt, lick it up I'm a aqua-boogie with a bitch walking up and down the strip Not giving a fuck bitch, Daz dropping gangsta shit It's nine let's get high, ya ho's need a ten This is G land nigga, Thailand nigga Lulla-bye, high, do or die land nigga Gangstas like fuck a bitch, hit the streets, snatch a snitch Me and D-a-z G, bitch pay me That's how a gangsta moves, I'm a G, I'm a fool I'm a dip, I'm a trip if you want me to I'm a ride, I'm a slide, with that gangsta glide I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga *Repeat just 4 lines See me, it ain't a thang for a mutha fucking gangsta nigga I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga When you see me in the street best believe I got heat I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga, I'm a gangsta nigga (La la la la la la la la) [What about you.. what about him?.. (repeated)] |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
Huh, Ride ride, ride ride, ride, gangstas
We ride, fuck these niggas Daz, fuck 'em Bust a bitch nigga Please believe that Motherfuckers wanna come through my block, shoot up and serve they rocks Uh uh, here we come nigga to shut down your block Recognize when the nine go pop, that's when they homeboys drop With a plastic glock made his body lay cold, 12 shots Nigga tell me what it is, y'all done lost it and forgot Did I run this motherfucker from the bottom to top We blast and dash with cops because we just don't give a fuck When you see me nigga, better hide and duck With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right Cuz we on a mission all out hunt, smoking hunts Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious It's like a force I can't control it, you see it in mine That's when you get burn and you learn, stop fucking with mine (buck, buck, buck) We intervene and puff green, loaded and high Cuz tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, some niggas gone die How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight Not you, not you, not you We never gave a fuck, so what the fuck we gone start? Snatching arms off, bust and puncture your heart Don't trip homie, I ain't get 'em yet I'm a penal system vet, off of cigarettes A mushroom high, get 'em back now sherm right out the bucket, fuck it Pull it out and pass it around and boom boom up and down Never knew such a thing could happen, Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let's start scrapping I'm tiny as fuck, never bow down to nann nigga Beware nigga, all gangstas over here nigga I'm tired of these ho's, I'm a let you niggas know The ho you love nigga gotta hell-a-fide blow Listen Bitch, all you'll ever be is a bitch All you'll ever be to me is a bitch Can't help it but I keep my mind right nigga The poltergeist nigga Once or twice, twice as nice pulling a heist nigga Never gave a fuck and I don't ever think I will I'm quick to pull out the glock and pop like pills *How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch you slippin' If your bloodin' and crippin' nigga your done for and finished Been in it since the beginning, peeling niggas caps back On the for realla my nigga cuz it's like that Girl it ain't but play to bone, we make a living jacking niggas 16, 15, and 7 figga niggas (all y'all bitches) Beware, 101, Get your gun And prepare, to get done, blast and run That's right, that's right, pull it out let the bullets fly Pull it back and fly high, And fuck the rest, aim and life and live, Till everything in this motherfucker get hit and burned to a crisp You heard it right, murder, tonight, today See everyone in every way Calypso, unloading a clip though on you ho's Blazin' up the crip though pictures get painted like Vangoh, I wanna know *Repeat |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
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) |
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from D. P. G - Dillinger & Young Gotti (2001)
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 |
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from Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Make It Reign (1998)
I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin' in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It's not on your radios Your radio is not really on If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on) [Phats Bossi] Who's the misfit stompin' through your district? Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the shit? Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing yet The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP Regime be the team of the scream Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean On your radio, yo, yo 1- I'm your radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I'm your radio (Turn me on) That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate [Kurupt] Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_ I'm your radio baby in stereo baby G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies Listenin' to Gotti at five I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls Young balls hog; a millon words a minute A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_ Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up Or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack What up ROC? Repeat 1 [R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next The name ain't debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya) I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs Then tell him something (What?) I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?" Partna, what's poppin', rock cockin', double glock And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah) My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh) I suggest you adjust your vest position Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin' And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on I'm on your radio Repeat 1 *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's speaking?! [RZA] Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106 But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio" I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin' Let me hear that heater go! [Radio DJ] Thank you! *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] This is KWBALLS, who's this?! [Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio" I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy Keep it bangin'! [Radio DJ] Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's this?! [Warren G] Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song By Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it [Radio DJ] WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS What more can we have here folks?! Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz It's going down *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] Hot-line, who is this?! [Queen B] What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs And "I'm Your Radio". Keep banging that shit baby |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
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 ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
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 |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Chorus One/Intro:
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house... |
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from Above The Rim (할렘 덩크) by Marcus Miller [ost] (1994)
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: |
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| from Sunset Park (썬셋 파크) by Miles Goodman [ost] (1996) | |||||
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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| from Supercop (수퍼캅) by Joel Mcneely [ost] (1996) | |||||
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