Kurupt [Rap, 독 파운드]

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

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An m-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?

I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all i do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, i'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (??)
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
That i'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us

What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself

<i>[Chorus (dre)]</i>

<i>[Dre:]</i>
What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to get you
So (??) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it
Don't blaze the (??) without the (??)
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
What, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

(rock)
Word is bon jovi..

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one

<i>[Verse 1: kurupt]</i>

Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie

<i>[Verse 2: tray deee]</i>
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

<i>[Verse 3: slip capone]</i>

You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie

<i>[Chorus (outro)]</i>

C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em

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)

<i>[Intro: Roscoe & Kurupt]</i>

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

Well Uh-Uh, Uh
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

<i>[1st Verse: Kurupt]</i>
Early mornin'
I just awoke
Just took a sip and just took a smoke
The phone rang
Niggas spittin' game
The same ol'
Same ol'
Same ol' thang
Talkin' 'bout life
Talkin' 'bout bitches
Talkin' 'bout money...
Cars...
And switches
And all of a sudden he switched talkin' about some kill shit
'Bout this bitch ass nigga talkin' some real shit

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

Well Uh-Uh, Uh
Well Uh-Uh, Uh
(Say what?!)
(No way!)
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

<i>[2nd Verse: Kurupt]</i>
You know I'm chip-toothed, motherfucker
You about to get slapped like a motherfuckin' bitch for that
(Say what?!)
You got a lot of rap homie, not to know a nigga
Don't talk a nigga, show a nigga
Don't think it nigga, live it, nigga
Don't run it, nigga
Gun it, nigga
(Man, fuck that!)
Don't fake niggas, quake niggas
I ain't no bitch nigga
(I ain't none)
So don't play me like a bitch nigga
You lil' bitch nigga
Change the switch nigga
Wanna get rich nigga
(Nigga!)
Fuck and make a motherfuckin' nigga dick itch, nigga
Why you mad at me?
(Why you mad homie?)
Walk without
Talkin' 'bout what you talkin' 'bout
You must be that Madd Rapper (hehe)
Puffy and them was talkin' about
Nigga put a dick in yo mouth
And shut the fuck up!
(Nigga!)
You lil' bitch!
(Bitch!)
I hear you talkin' but you ain't sayin shit!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Now this goes out to all y'all (all y'all!) tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
(Snitch ass niggas!)
They thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
(Bitch nigga!)
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

No way!
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Uh-Uh
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh
No way!
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Bitch!
No way!
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh
Bounce
(Yo!)
Bounce
Bounce
But no way...
Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Uh-Uh

<i>[3rd Verse: Roscoe]</i>
If you gonna rob with us, nigga rooob!
If you gonna mash with us, nigga maaash!
Instead we be dumpin' on cowards and bonin' out with the cash
So when a nigga run up on you
In a blue ski mask
(Run nigga! Run!)
'Cause I come (Heeeey!) murda yo
Drawin' skits
It's like bustin' a orange
You get terminated
Our rhymes is esquisite
Explicit, and R-Rated
You askin' why I'm laughing 'cause it's kinda funny to me
You really think you gonna come and take my money from me?
Well, I can't let that slide
I'm fittin' to trip
Pop my Olde English and get into some gangsta shhh!
What's my name?
Roscoe! Roscoe!
My big brah
Kurupt! Kurupt!
And what we do:
We rob! We rob!
And can't let... that slide! that slide!
Nigga... What?!
What?!
What?!
We raw doggs, Cuz

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This goes out to all y'all tellin' (Nigga!) my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (Ey yo Cuz!), mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V., bitch up when you see me
Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide!

Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
(No way!)
(Say what?!)
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!

This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Thinkin' I won't check shit (Whaaaat?!), mouths on records
Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide!
Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga
Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide!

But no way!
Uh-Uh
(Say what?!)
Hell naw, I can't let that sliiiide!
But no way...

[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*}
원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지

[E-40]
Uh! (the candy man!) E-40!
Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40!

[Snoop Dogg]
Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg!
끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg!

DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc

[E-40]
E-40! Yeah...

[Snoop Dogg]
Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!)
얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!)

Come on..
이리 와..

[E-40]
Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply
마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지

Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!)
일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!)

What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry!
다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데!

Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year
그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어

Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?)
마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?)

Man that shit be comin in haaandy!
이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고!

(Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?)
(Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?)

I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty!
내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석!

If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!)
원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!)

Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!)

Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!)
짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!)

Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!)
거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!)

(Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!)
(Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!)

If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish
만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘

(Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place
(Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고

Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space
1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘

[Chorus]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*}
원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh!
끈적끈적하지! 아, 아!

You know I got that candy.. yeah!
내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah!

Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub

Trip.. check game
자.. 들어봐

[Snoop Dogg]
Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans
Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩

Lollipops and triple beams
막대사탕과 마약 저울

Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment
파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해

Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it
달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지

Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this
Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지

So gone on and get yourself a bar of this
그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐

No change man.. gimme the bucks
변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔

The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz
내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지

(DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides
(DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드

You were playin front end with the french fries
넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지

How it feel man? What it look like?
어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어?

I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light
난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어

Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨

Now put it in your mouth
이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐

To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun
드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야

and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!)
하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it!
오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게!

Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc

War Zone.. who got that candy?
War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나?

Come on...
이리 와...

[MC Eiht]
I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀

Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint
특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지

If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?)

When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady
그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지

Yeah.. she my one and only
그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑

Quick to keep back haters who don't know me
나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서

I... feel... good about candy (Candy!)
난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!)

My gangstas understand me
갱스터 친구들도 이해하지

[Goldie Loc]
Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!)
흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!)

Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!)
니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!)

Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게

I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on
네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜

It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane
지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지

Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs
여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가

Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy
확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지

'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!)
나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah!

It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt!
정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt!

DPG! I know y'all got that candy man!
DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지!

Gimme some of that candy man
캔디를 약간만 떼줘

Talk to me one time! For real, for real...
한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로...

[Daz Dillinger]
'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it
'마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐

Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와

While I, taadow, check out this bizarre
그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐

The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z
D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z

Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit
다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴

God damn! You already know who I am
젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아

Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치

Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber?
엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나?

Dip, drop, drop, dip
*움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_-

Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip!
멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려!

[Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga.. shot caller
그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜

It's America's number one baller
미국의 제일 가는 갱스터

Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it'
난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까'

High riders.. slide in the bucket
레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와

Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat
마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨

I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!)
나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!)

[Chorus w/ two extra lines]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy!
캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디!

Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man
그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어

We don't sell it at the liquor store either man
그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐

We sell it everywhere we go
가는 곳마다 팔아제껴

Holla, holla! (Candy!)
안녕, 안녕! (캔디!)

Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me?
3000 조각으로, 알겠어?

I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker
그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군

If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?'
만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?'

{*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga
거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어

My bad!
미안!

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

**Repeat

Mike Dean let the bass go

*** Repeat

*Repeat (x2)

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

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:

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

[Paul Wall]
Shit shit
I'm just a skinny ass nigga
With word on my shoulders
Hard night as a motherfucker
My daddy was a solider
I'm holy never
Straight forward
Leap with it
Split
Haters all in my vision
I'm trying to start my living
Shots what i'm given
I don't miss when I kill em

Lord wont show me some mercy
Its just business
Gotta get it
In my city better watch it
Devil
Always busy
Stetchin' my mind shit
Smoking toll i'm busy
When i'm speaking my mind
Trying to stay out of prison
Every time that i'm spitting
Caps that i'm pillagin'
Shit i'm
Natural born killer

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me

[Jay Rock]
Ain no motherfucker gonna hold my grind
Put the line
Ain't got time
I gotta keep it
While i'm still in my prime
My future looking clearer
Darth vader
Escaping like ya mean
No feel
No deal
Post it up on the top tier
Too many powder breaks
Shaking in the case dear
Skid row
Right back at the spot
Till they drop me in the grave
I can't stop
One way or another
I will be on top
In jail
Knock on wood
I gotta get it outta here
Don't fuck with me

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me

[Kurupt]
Im a hellhound
For youth
Blue chukka motherfukcer
Steve soul
Healer monster
Keeler monster
Jay humphries
Godzilla
Killa
Nigga
Backup swilla
Multiple villains
Eclipse the gorillas
I'm ape shit for
Cooked like bacon eggs and grits
On some G-shit
Take some cheddar
Bricks
Get you clips
Get the fuck off the
Molatov
Kurrupt im sick
And quickly so nigga
Don't fuck with me

[Chorus]
Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime
Don't fuck with me
If you see me getting high
Trying to keep my piece of mind
Don't fuck with me
You don't like what i'm saying
You don't like my appearance
Don't fuck with me
The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me

Who you are
One nation under a thug
and bullet scar
Young nation no revolution
and no cause
One nation young black
and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to
get this
Murderous mind state
can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this Hennessy
waitin' for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers
bow down recognize
Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz
Untouchable mob of
pistol packers
Well known felons
label for drug sellin'
merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin' off rounds
then escape in a fog
Who wanna see me solo
Catch Makaveli while he sleepin'
My mini fourteen murderin'
niggaz while they creepin' uh
Duck or you ass out
drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die
drunk drivin' in my glasshouse
Niggaz is under me
they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
now they wanna really see
Bomb first my motto
it's fully guaranteed
Niggaz is playa haters
label them my enemies
I'm dumpin'
Who you are
One nation under a thug
and bullet scar
Young nation no revolution
and no cause
One nation young black
and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to
get this
When it's on
I'm poppin' off
every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown
anthem shit
I'm stressin' but ain't
no pressure here
I been there before
Fugitive task force
at my girlfriend door
Now they checkin'
our my bedroom I ain't there
40 Cals extended clips still
I ain't scared
Outlaw and best believe
they won't take me alive
I'm different
and I'ma prove it
if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be layin' up
in my casket to doing life
in the can for me
Maybe I'm breezy or
paranoid than a bitch
Me dyin' you think
I'd let them see the joy
from that shit
Walking dead angel
spend they last days by me
New Jersey giant
like Dave Tyree
Young George and Jonathan Jatt
your guns clap
Mine'll go brraaatt
soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cockin'
the black pound
When they put twin towers up
Pac I'm knocking them back down
Poster child cheque
Air Force Ones
with the crooked dial checks
I'm supposed to wild sex
Money and murder
is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasin'
enemies in the night
Through the Henny
I see the eyes of the devil
G ridin' with extra boxes
of bullets to the nine
and the shell
Who you are
One nation under a thug
and bullet scar
Young nation no revolution
and no cause
One nation young black
and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to
get this
I always thought
I'd have to die to do
a record with Pac
So I wrote from the perspective
of a graveyard box
You end up in a box
cuz them graverobbin' bastards
Dig your grave back up
snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes
eating through my cabbage
The flesh to the bones
the bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead
I'm actually in a session
With the 'Pac
keeping the shot money
progressive
They don't really want no drama
I know you're goons
That's why I keep pressure
on them like a open wound
This God given
he keep givin' me better music
So every time you hear me
my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me
y'all forever losin'
Songs are evolution
If I load your gun for you
And we bang it out
at some other niggaz
you better shoot it
Don't try to lie
and say you was bustin'
I'm clever stupid
Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless
you got the same bullets
that you had
When I loaded it for you
you never used it
The Nacirema dream get ready
for execution
Papoose Fatal and Pac
the revolution
Who you are
One nation under a thug
and bullet scar
Young nation no revolution
and no cause
One nation young black
and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to
get this

Young nation just trying to
get this

Just trying to get this

West west yall.
William Holla with the S yall. Yall know what time it is.
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es."
DJ Clue. Beyotch! Kurupt!

[Snoop]
I fall off into a party with a drink in my hand
Rocawear pants, but I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for him (What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken, I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop, regroup, and come through
I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too
I throw strikes like Andy Petitte and Roger Clemens
Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings
The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?
You mean the one with the pretty bitches sittin in it?
Please believe it, we gon' represent it
And we gon' bend it and dent it
Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it
Buy it, never rent it
Now when you suckin my dick, baby girl put yo' face in it
Get it get it girl (get it girl), make yo' head swirl
Get it get it (get it girl), make my toes curl
And get it get it, go on girl, it's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world

[Chorus]
And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money, fuck a bitch...and blow a gang of weed
And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G
A nigga like the D-O-double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch, and blow a gang of weed

[Kurupt]
Yeah, yall the type of suckers we straight through
When we skate through, with DJ Clue
Hoes gobble on something, swallow on something
Throwin' hollows like football passes and football practice
Off that dodo, look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo'
I want the ki's, the trees, the ice, and the g's
What's yours is mines, but you already know though
I'm young gotti desodo
Let's see how long a body can flow fo'
I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga
You know Damien and Jigga laced me and Snoop nigga
Them my motherfuckin' homeboys
See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis with the full pound
Tucked in Amil purse, all you bitches hatin' get a deal first
It's hard work, raise off the homegirl bitches

Chorus

Yeah, you know how we do.
Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti.
Rockin these niggas. Rocafella, what?!? Fuckers!
Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes. Doin it big.
Aight aight, I'ma take me a trip to Marcy, go fuck with my OG's.
And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas.
We ain't fuckin' with none of you suckas in 2001.
On to the rest, you bitches.

Posse's just rollin and my phone just rang, it's the homie and he ain't sure bout a
Couple things. My nigga, you busy? Naw. Got a minute? wassup? I'm goin through some
Deep shit. Hit me with it. I think this rap shit is takin it's toll. I shoulda left
This shit alone a long time ago. No see what happened is you changed the game, if you
Wasn't nice with it they wouldn't be speaking your name. My nigga you really think I
Can make it as a rapper? Hell yeah cause most of these rap niggas is actors. Yeah but
In they mind I'm a always be a r&b nigga. Fuck that real niggas know real niggas.
So what's next? We keep coming with these hits. No guts no glory man we share the
Same story. Nah you never came from signing to rappin. Yeah but I went from rappin
To actin. Harrison Ford? I ain't really like that movie. Ty, we talkin about me or
You bein a emcee? My bad, my nigga, so what should I do?
Just keep it real homey and stay true to you, listen.

[Chorus:]
Don't pay attention to the haters, don't let em stand in your way
Cause niggas in the hood on the block always got some bullshit to say
Don't pay attention to the haters, don't let em stand in your way
With God all things are possible, it's your time to shine so fly away

Jody Jod you still there? Aw nigga you trippin. All right listen I'm tryin to
Understand this business. What's up? I'm tryin to be in this executive game, I'm

Trying to wear many hats like an executive man. My nigga it ain't nothing you done
Been there and done that and ran rap and back you can get that. But where's the
Channels? Nobody's openin doors. You experienced this before my nigga tell me some
More. Just pay attention, there's a lot of rappers in presidential positions. I'm
Wishing that I can get in that position. I got you, fo sure, my nigga don't trip
Ty, I'm also trying to get full on into this actin shit. Man I got you, I got a
Lot of flicks coming up, just come through I'll hook you up. You think they'll
Fuck with Kurupt? For sho. All right this is what I'm gonna do, after I get out
The studio with Snoop I'll come through. I'm ready to get it crackin, I'm ready
To take flight. My nigga, we both gonna be all right.

[Chorus]

Fly far away, don't never look back. If they could do what you could do, they would love to do it. So that's why they got an opinion, but to me you see opinions is like a asshole,
Everybody got one. That don't mean I'm gonna stop doin what I do cause you can't do it.

[Chorus: til Fade]

featuring Daz Dillinger



Daz:

ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh...



Kurupt:

G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing

We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)

Better ask your folks about the D O double G's



How long could the war last on a warpath?

We're still heat nigga still signing autographs

Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash

The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss

Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest

I fuck around and call it crisis

with preciseness, and precisely this

See we make the shit that precisely hits.

So how soon could you pump up the volume

Hand you your ends and pump up my album

Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust

I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours

Cocking back your name, blasting anything

Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang

It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital

G-are, Gang Related, and we are



We are (fresh) (repeat)



I spit poison, poisonous darts

I aim, bomb and charge

One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart

Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again

Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed

touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds

Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping

I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming

'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!)

I fade in to see how Baby sparks

No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks

Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts

I pitch back sparks when the get back starts

This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit

DPG completely, running through shit



We are (fresh) (repeat)



break it down



Daz (Kurupt):

Party people clap your hands, keep rocking

Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (kick that shit)

Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)

Party people clap your hands (yeah)

Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)

Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (bitch)

Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)

Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,

come on, sing it)



It's just a gangsta party



Kurupt:

Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic

Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath

And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst

Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust

And I just might just blast

Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass

You know I'm the rawest MC with it

Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it

I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon

Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone

Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind

Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head

Keep busting till he's dead

D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street

What you got, flame or some heat?

Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???)

Powerful, strong or weak?

All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...



(fresh) we are (repeat)



Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg



Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg

Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big see Style

The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's

D-A-Z, he made the beat, 'cause we are...

Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah

You know it, 'cause we are icons

Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo
Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always want to make it seem
like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool)
What five lessons five chapters, I'ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I'ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3
I got...

Chorus (2x):
(game) This whole world revolves around
(game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you'll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)

It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us
I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game...

Chorus (2x)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
One time, yeah I love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out

It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh...

Know what?

Chorus (3x)

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<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Yo Barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the X-files
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Get your position correct
Get your ammunition correct
The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!)
I got a quarter-key
You wanna to try to stick me for it?
Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?
Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it
Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it
Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Restructure and reshape
Relax or we take all
We make sure we shake all
We shake tame or aim or flame all
A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real
Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!)
I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga Barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?

<i>[Barshawn:]</i>
Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
My raps is lethal
I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo
For the first time comin through
Ain't been a minute yet
Already, cats wanna eye-screw
Plottin to pop you
You don't know me duke
The one that shoot
You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot
That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
See I done paid my dues
Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image
Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute
It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it
Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it
So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin
Either or, it could happen
Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin
I bet next time you stay in a child's place
This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate
If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate
<i>[Kurupt:]</i> Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga Barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?

<i>[Barshawn:]</i>
You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen
Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in
You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein
If so happen you did that
Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
We got that too comin through a quarter to two
Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew
Mad tight, but that's life
I learned the game
Same cats that you roll with will split your game
See I'm in it for the cheese nigga
Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated
Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs
And collar clothes impact and enthrone
Gone, zone the dome and then blown
I heard raw before I saw raw before
Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's
Me and my nigga Shawn
What you got weight on your shoulders
The freons gettin colder
Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners
I got a beam on you chest-high
Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
I spreads like bad news
Bitches get played like the blues
Blowin dicks like whistles
Launch like missles
Pop like pistols
And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
Cuz I refuse to chill like EP
I prefer to get high live with the DP
You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle
Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle
It's a storm, form reform your label form
Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Kurupt, young Gotti
West Coast, East Coast nigga
Raw doggs

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga

Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (Roscoe)
Dogg Pound (Nate Dogg, Kurupt) DOGG POUND (h.g)
Where the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh)
Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out)

(Kurupt)
When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang
Same ol' gangsta gang, its the same old thang
Just new days and new ways to twist
Its like this, the gangsta's came and the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When I tell you lately
Seems no one can fade me
It just might drive you crazy
Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk)

(Kurupt)
Gin and juice, hen and coke,
Rum and coke, and five ounces of dope
In the middle of the twist, in the cud of smoke
Where my dogs, are the hogs, O.G's and loc's
All the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
Got 10 girls that pay me
Just so they can lay me
And when they come to see me, I just drop my drawers

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
When I came in, ramming,
With my pistol and my cannon
I wanna get somethin' blew off now
Dogg Pound Gangsta's with the gangsta sound
We make the....

World go round

(Nate Dogg)
Girls they make me wiery
Homies try to steer me
But I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause)

(Roscoe)
She say I'm young, but I'm cute
The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444
But she gone lie tonight, but one things fo' sho
When Roscoe creeps slow through the do'
The...

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
Bust in right behind her
Ask for the vagina
After this I'll find ya, when the lights come on (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
Walkin', talkin', gangsta G
D.P.G, seein' sob said uncomplete me
The homies at the local swapmeet
Dippin' through the hood, gold feet with beats
And make the...

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
This ones for the homies
Actin' like they know me
When you move slowly, so nobody falls (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
AYYY! yellin' through, bailin' through, tellin' you,
I'm a G, ganstafied, do or die, homicide,
G's ride, I ride, we ride, what that D.P.G like??
We ride by and the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (girls all pause)
And they all say the same ol' thang

(Kurupt)
Gangsta Boogie 30x's

(Nate Dogg)
Girls all pause

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)

M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh
ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo

aint no party once we crash the party
imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
you keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty
put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody
ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly
builty snowflake out of the ampacomby
i'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me
nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger
im the wrong one to fuck with
now i know the promoters im in with the musket
pound of the haze and a box of dutches
high to the cotton mouth
paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out
if i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

yo party over here aint shit over there
the Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there
so where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there
and they cant stop us they too scared
they know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga
Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)
show you how we do it in Queens
murder aint shit nigga
this is P talking show you where i live
you come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers
there'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids
a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)
got cops shoot to death of us
we dont like D's
you never catch us runnin with the police (nope)
ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up
and ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that turth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to....gurl
we about to....gurl (gurl)
we about to....gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

Verse One: Daz

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

Verse Two: Tupac

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitches planned it
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul
You know, the way the games gettin sold
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

Chorus: Method Man

I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
get in get in too (get on it)
let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night

Verse Three: Kurupt

Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Verse Four: Method Man

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Verse Five: Redman

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel)
(West, list this, this, this...)

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!...

<i>[Chorus: kurupt]</i>

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 (wife)

<i>[dr. dre]</i>
I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(where the fuck is my money?) 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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[hittman]</i>
Naw 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 (sucka bitch)
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

<i>[kurupt]</i>
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) 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 (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to daz
Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a g down, break me down
But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Chorus: kurupt]</i>

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 (wife)

<i>[dr. dre]</i>
I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(where the fuck is my money?) 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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[hittman]</i>
Naw 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 (sucka bitch)
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

<i>[kurupt]</i>
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) 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 (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to daz
Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a g down, break me down
But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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

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

(Snoop Dogg)
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'KNOW!

(Kurupt)
Organized madness
The young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations)

I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here

(Kurupt)
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..

Chorus

(Kurupt)
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or more
of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
He got some Gortex or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
to bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya

Chorus

(Roscoe)
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle
is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!

(Kurupt)
I call, I call shots round here

For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what

<i>[Chorus (2X):]</i>
Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck (fuck)
You wanna act, I wanna fuck (fuck)
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what

You never stop suckin me off
For as long as I'm breakin you off
I never go soft Show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest
See me personally murder the weed
Loving the speed, rumble the seeds
Fucking and hee, funny's runnin with me
Have you comin for me
You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me
You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty under ?? freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

<i>[Chorus 2X]</i>

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts
Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed
Kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus
So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
(Dogg Poung Gangstaville)
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis
Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin it (baby momma coppin it)

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room
Confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove
Hey, that's what you wanna do

<i>[Chorus 4X]</i>

Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, getting pussy that's wet
Fucking bitches in the stretch
Riding to the bank, cashing my checks
Smoking, sipping 'Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left
Telling me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

<i>[Chorus 4X]</i>

<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass
We get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka
This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)

Let's play house, what you talkin bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

<i>[Chorus to end with variations]</i>

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)]

<i>[Kurupt & Trigga]</i>

<i>[Trigga?]</i>
Yeah, yeh what the deal dog
(Where you from?)
BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah what the dealy
Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
Dogg Pound's the best

<i>[Verse 1: Trigga]</i>

Mic accurate, trade darts TL
Slight tint DL, quick flash
Smooth as a baby's ass,
Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos
Transactions, C-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey
Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring
Get mashed out initiation face slashed out
Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me
It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof
Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof
Level head the liable and leave ya for dead
Fill fulla lead
Incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays
I guess it's the American ways
Far from slaves,
Yet behind bars and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage

<i>[Verse 2: Baby S]</i>

It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws
Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws
Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half
Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash
My intention to smash fast plex on elevators
Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader
I'm major now, women hit me on my pager
While I'm puffin' on the bombay,
The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way
And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay

<i>[Hook:]</i>

Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

<i>[Verse 3: Short Khop]</i>

Got the session on lockdown
Make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool
For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture
Run up and extort ya
Abort ya missions,
Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat
Where the bomb at, chop up on that
Niggas I been there and done that
Catch a contact
By drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'
Ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up
No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest
Anything to the left of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous,
Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent
Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened

<i>[Verse 4: Kurupt]</i>

Check it out, got games, crackle
Clash of the titans up against the crackin'
Come to fuck you up, stuck you up
Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt
What the fuck you want?
All at you motherfucking small fry small guy
Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat
Run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket
But first strip his pockets
He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture
See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush
And the board and the paper and paint a picture
You shootin' and got shot
We shoot ya, Drex Luthor
?Then pull pens to report to zoopers?
I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass,
Double bags caught cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop

<i>[Hook:]</i>

When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

And if you see me in the ING
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

<i>[Verse 5: El-Drex]</i>

Yo, yo, verbal seizures
Coming from the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her
We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder,
At this point you realise that you ain't really need her
Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate
A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey
Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys
We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy
It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive
Betta contact ya physician for over dosage
You lost ya focus, realise what you get
A little bit of good shit
And alot of bullshit,
Now you wounded,
So you got exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return

<i>[Hook:]</i>

When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Fuck up my high

<i>[Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']</i>

All I wanna say,
FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN!
Yo, first of all,
After all this is over,
We still all go to sleep,
And we still wake up in the morning,
So give thanks to God,
Cause he loves us
For real, for real