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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat

Six million ways to die, choose one

[Kurupt]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is

[Daz]
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain't up on thangs..
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

[Snoop]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well...

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?

[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

[RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

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

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


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

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

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

Daz:

Chorus One/Intro:

It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot
Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute

Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz...
I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes
Life so great, plus haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles
Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down
Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)
Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em
In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams
There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes
I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)
Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first
The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
The mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute'
Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop
I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke
Crack to amphetamines to speed
I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine
To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen

Chorus Two:

These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me
Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me
Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency
So drift with me, hit a spliff with me

(repeat)

Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack
Young Gotti entered the party from the back
Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve
On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday
Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed
Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be
Verbal homicide be ready to rupture
Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure
I make money, cause that's all I know how to make
That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes
I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)
Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots
They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume
I live illegal, but they assumed too soon
I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat
I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat
It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded
Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh
There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me
Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani
I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist
With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards

Chorus One: 2X
Chorus Two: 2X

These motherfuckin bitches...
These motherfuckin niggaz... fool...
Don't you know... say what, say what?
Who? Who?

Chorus One: 2X

Daz, in the house, yeah
My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah
Snoop Dogg, is in the house
And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house
And Death Row, is in the house...

I walk holdin my balls,
About an inch from the wall,
Keep hips hypnotized as if
My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,
Nigga keep a headlock,
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,
Peas don't eevr doubt it,

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

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

(rock)
Word is bon jovi..

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York

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>[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>

(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

*dialtone and dialing*
Soopafly: "Yea"
Kurupt: "Ay soopafly"
S: "Yup"
K: "Ay, what's the name of that song that goes,
dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"
S: "It ain't about you?"
K: "That's the one you have it on?"
S: "Yea"
K: "Oh, yea, that's tight"
S: "You like that?"
K: "Yea"

Check check check check check
Microphone check check check check check
1, 2 check check check check check
Live in the place to be
Soopafly, comin at ya
I don't stop and I don't quit
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep game
Check, I break a nigga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to rock a show
I'm stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know
Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek
They sleep
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks
Straight from the L we don't take no shit
We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the polka
Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade

Can I ride in your car?
Girl I've gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, that ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
No, but you can eat this dick
While I smash my shit and I pop in my car
Can I give you my number?
Yea, next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Sh, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Bitch please
Got her speakin in Chinese
They like please
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothafuck all you hoes
Fuck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless thing got stained
The bitch gobble the best
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west
The homie said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta
A nigga feelin bitter
Shitty as some kitty litter
Take off, got a Adolf Hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The bitch on my dick
I'm like bitch, forget it
Let it loose bitch, won't you let it
For&nbsp;????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut
A typical hoe
I'm only in it for the blow
The bitch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Then she turned blue
On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew

Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme general that got style
And watch how I rock and lock the block down
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster
No chance to surpass the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in
But I'ma stay bangin
The game that I'm claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumpa
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop

Can I ride in your car?
Bitch I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can I borrow a dollar?c
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can I give you my number?
Get at me next summer
But I'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but I ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

(Kurupt (talking))
Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle

(KRS-One)
Yes, yes y'all!
yeah yeah y'all! (uh)
KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh)
yeah Kurupt, y'all
Time to check it out, uh huh
Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea)
KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea)
you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!)

(Verse 1 (KRS-One))
I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77
i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it
I spit lead into better men
you a veteran, aint no tellin'
what i send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
(unintelligible)

(Verse 2 (Kurupt))
Then again i noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us
But luckily i noticed
Everybody want to be close to us
Tryin' to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us
My style's out this universe
Words that serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew
KRS, it's on you, baby

(Verse 3 (KRS-One))
True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around
Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down
and makin' them frown, true underground
not a class clown
copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll with the mash out posse
The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard
When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE!
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath shows

(Verse 4 (Kurupt))
See i heard it before, word it before
Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before
Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds incredible
I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness!
What rhymes he creates!
"Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best
It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka

(KRS-One)
Uh! like that!
Yeah uh huh! like that!
Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic)
(Yeah!)

(Verse 5 (KRS-One))
Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive
But i represent emcees now out in..

(Verse 6 (Kurupt))
Yeah, no doubt
I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin
every emcee from here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'
The last round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round
and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick
I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers just like ice
Fuck around with me, O.G
Yo, we so precise

(Verse 7 (KRS-One))
You know the teacher's agenda
We will be here forever
You plottin' to surrender
Action start, you start -- tremor
Never lose my temper, when my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat, remember

(Kurupt)
Yea yea! haha!
raw dog assassin style
KRS and kurupt!

(KRS-One)
Yea yea y'all!
uh huh!
like this, like this

(Verse 8 (Kurupt))
Yeah we make them bounce
I make them bounce
we make them bounce
Yo, i make them bounce
Yo, i blaze a ounce
Yeah, i blaze a ounce
I'm gonna bounce to the ounce
When the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you
I leave ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger zone
Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just like this
Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this

(Verse 9 (KRS-One))
Thats right y'all
You heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the studio
Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop
Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face
KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place
You know what time it is
We got to come back again
I got my friend, i cant remember his name again
But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills that out the box,
we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
Now come back and represent beside the Kris

(Verse 10 (Kurupt))
Clap your hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and Kris
Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we start severin' -- heads
Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said
Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game
Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game,
Seen the game, so im televisin the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game
They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
See me rockin' i be rockin all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it
Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth,
Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee
And that's my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick

(KRS-One)
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down production,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!)
Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic)

(Dogs barking and howling)

(Intro: Snoop Dogg)

DPG (G), C

(repeat 4 times)

(Verse One: Kurupt)

Smash, just before you talk spaz out
Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash
Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy
I'mma live long homeboy
Too deep, too strong homeboy
We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy
It's on homeboy
Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
D-A-Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip
He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
With Snoop in the coop, Warren, Nate, and big Tray Dee
Big C-Style and Mitch made to be
Shine Dogg gettin' super-high lit
High-flyin' high super-duper high
We super-duper fly
I put ya in the mix
I ain't with that Kibbles-N-Bits shit
Bitch, where's the grip?

(Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing* , (Snoop Dogg))

I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
(DPG {G}, C)
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up

(Verse Two: Warren G, Nate Dogg *singing*)

(Warren G)

What I'mma do, I'mma bang on the beat
What I'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat
You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you
But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
Everybody talkin' 'bout Money Ain't A Thang
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang
If you was hard as me, I'm as hard as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc
So don't let the crossover fool ya
I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch

(Nate Dogg)

Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills
Dogg Pound niggas, they be bangin' still
Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide
Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride
All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs
Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang
Hang wit' DPG and I can give ya game
Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games

(Snoop)

DPG (G), C

(Break: Kurupt *talking*)

Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... Dogg Pound Gangstas...
FUCK Y'ALL!

(Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*)

I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up

(Verse Three: Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Soopa Fly)

(Tray Dee)

Yeah, I'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips
And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit
Tray Dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies
Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when I blast
I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass
Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street
Triple-X sweatshirt with blue Chucks on feet
Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
Neva doze when I rose, let the chrome explode

(Snoop Dogg)

Man I wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support
I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport
Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta
Fo'eva', Wheneva', Howeva', down fo' whateva'
Recognize game when it hits ya
Nigga, if ya slip up Doggy Dogg's gonna get-'cha
Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine
Just before I was taught, how ta gangbang
All my peers through the years know
That Snoop Dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do'
And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low
That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know
Man I been through so much and I'm still goin' through it
But fuck all that, I got ta stay into it
I knew the job was dangerous when I took it
Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it
I was so eager, just trynna get involved
But now's I gots ta represent for me and my Doggs

(Soopa Fly)

Yeah, '94, became a D-O, double-G, P-O, U-N-D, Gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
Paperboy wit' a new route
When I'm in front, they watch behind me
Mission: Crush, ready to bust, grab the Tom-my
Gun, keep one, I role with the heat-seeka's
Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga (nigga)
Roll, keep slow, peep, Po-Po
Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns
Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean
Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
MOTHAFUCKAAZ!! HAHA!!

(Break: Snoop Dogg *talking* ("DPG {G}, C" said 4 times in background))

Dogg Pound... mothafuckin' Gangstas...
1999, back up in this BI-YAI-ITCH!
Eastside up, Eastsidaz!
And niggas thought we fell off...

(Chorus: Nate Dogg *singing*, (Snoop Dogg *talking*), ("DPG {G}, C" said 8
times in a row, then once again))

I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, (Dogg Pound in this mothafucka)
I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Neva Gonna Give It Up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon homies give it up
(Ride on, ride on)
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still a Dogg Pound nigga, I'm Neva Gonna Give It Up (DPG {G}, C)
Neva Gonna Give It Up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still... (fades away)

W Ballz D.J.)
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch
W Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?

(Daz Dillinger) (in background)
Enema!!!

(W Ballz D.J.)
Emena... not enema... Enema!
I'm saying it baby, I just said it low

(Daz) (in background)
In your ass

(W Ballz D.J.)
In your motherfucking asshole
Ok like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch

(Kurupt)
Man what a bitch, gangster shit
Paws scrap up the cement then bend
I never love me a ho
Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know
I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas, sawed off y'all niggas
And I'm quick to pull out
Gangster shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth

(Daz Dillinger)
As I skip to my loo C walking, G talking
I'm a gangster cold hearted, sick dumb and retarted
Came up this far without a bullet proof vest (yeah)
Ran with the best, sport khaki's again
Always stay fresh won't settle for less
Looped out, said now

(Soopafly)
Man these nigga on deck
Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly coming through
I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few
The D P locced out, niggas get choked out
Smoked out niggas and I'll fuck you with no doubt

(Tray Deee)
Gangster gangster tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothing to it
Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid
West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.

(Jayo Felony)
I had so much beef I should've fucked in my colon
But I sent them off deprived, with both their fucking eyes swollen
Everything stolen, and it still risked rolling
niggas can't see me cause I kill shit blowing
I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
A K 47 street
Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler
Mother fucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher
You don't wanna see my style like click click pow
Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
The enemy wanna diss nigga but how could he?
With hookers and hoodies with a bag full of goodies (what what what what?)
What? Now take that for what it's worth
I terrorize your territory and take over your turf
All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a nerf
Nasty as after birth they say ooh after the verse

(Snoop Dogg)
I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal
And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial
niggas know me homey, the O G
West Coast Don I smash on anyone
On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns
I move the dubs and let D move the 2 1's
Not to mention all my No Limit niggas now
We do it G style like big C Style

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
Represent that L B, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that L B, Represent that P.A.C.

(Snoop Dogg)
What what?
My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the pound getting paid now
Hey now, big bow wow honey child
I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles
And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it
Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
We's a D P G committee

(Kurupt)
(Snoop Dogg) fuck that bitch, Dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch
That trick that goofy ass bitch
Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip
Fucking gangster shit 20 insane sixty crip
19th street crip, where the gangsters hang
It's a gang thang we all gang bang

(Daz Dillinger)
Hold up (Wait A Minute!!!)
All my niggas get (Gangster With It!!!)
Tick tock (Crip Walk)
And prepare to get ill when the gangsters talk (hey hey)
Sagging and flagging with the 7 tray rag
Smoking like a dragon with the 4 - 4 cannon
Be the last man standing whipping niggas at random
Gray and Blue bandanna's who riding is standard
So what y'all wanna say? (Huh, huh?)
What y'all wanna do? (Huh, what?)

(Butch)
You niggas tripping, while I'm steady dipping
Throw your clip in, since y'all all flipping
Rolling capers, while I'm getting papers
Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors
Everyone around is soon to see
Ain't nobody coming close to me
Keep hanging 'round and you'll believe

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that Long Beach
Represent that...

(W Ballz D.J.)
Let's take it off like this bitch... bitch please...you ain't knowing
The broadcast is directed by motherfucking Snoop Doggy Dogg and his big nuts
If your not knowing, ya know!
We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though
187.4 in your asshole like this
If your not knowing now your blowing...
Shabadoo huh?
We gonna kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C.
Fuck I heard it was uh... D.P.G.

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I

(Wait a minute, um)

Crooked I:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin' MCs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
with no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(Don't step up)
Right, right
(Don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
(Don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with Battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this shit

Hook: 2x

Rock the beat
Rock the beat
This is for my killas
That shoot tequilla
con cigarillos while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on(Rock the beat)
To get their creep on(Rock the beat)
To get their drink on(Rock the beat)
To get their smoke on(Rock the beat)

Verse 1: Kurupt

Blaze up
Blaze up
All the homies bang
Round up all the little locs, high as the sky
Smash and mash your body, just another day
Real high until your pistols reach the sky
Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change
So fuck where you from
Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip
Not giving a fuck is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)
And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure
Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four)

Hook: 2x

Verse 2: T-Moe

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures
Make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers
Make a nigga feel older
And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick
That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich
Overnight flight to the top, first class
Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit)
Fast as you want to be
Lady just follow me
I'm a southwest G
Team with Kurupt
Straight giving a fuck
I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up
Finish up when I bust a nut
I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining
Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming
Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag
Acting all bad, make me mad
So be the first to blast
Miss Niva(Niva, Niva)

Hook: 2x

Verse 3: Kurupt

We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots
Come around here and you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block
Pop, pop one of they homies drop
I told y'all niggas never to come around here
Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard whether it's day or dark
Like the fourth of July when the candles spark
Always knew what I wanted to see
That's having big paper have many g's
Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me
Blast any nigga who step to me

Verse 4: Daz

We will take your shit
Whoop your ass
Fuck your bitch
Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas can't fuck with this

Hook: 2x

(Kurupt)
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
Double up the dough, double my money
They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny
You can't survive, off no conversation wit words
Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
My first words are my last
I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits
First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt

(Chorus)
The streets is a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row
Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go
Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho
In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's
I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz)
Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out
Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
Wow daz a safari, in a p???
Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet
It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks
Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit
Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done
One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs
Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart
Through my veins and through my heart
That's when the drama will start
Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots
Run through what you got, destroy yo block
Got a dealings ever ever was your spot
When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop

(Chorus)

(Kurupt)
I seen it befo' 44's explode
Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A
Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank
I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank
Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust

Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us
Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo)

(Daz)
I represented and presented the bloodbath
Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed
We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance
At the eulogy, i knew you be dead, while in prison
Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches

(Chorus)

(Childs voice)
Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga)

(Kurupt)
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like Muggsy
Typhoons, Kurupt Calhoun
with a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So I'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
before you gotta show em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, I'm jackin for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with King T and Tha Liks, Alkahol-ed it up
like BITCH, get the fuck off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, I don't give a fuck!

[Kurupt]
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's Dat Nigga Daz (Kurupt we don't give a fuck
like nigga whattup?) Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze, Sherm with a perm
Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn
I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day
Sunny Cali-for-ni-a, the G way display
how to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders
and scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light
Pull up then drive to the right
It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right

Chorus: Latoya

Welcome home... into L.A.
Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play
It's been too long... just to seen you come around
Now we can have a good time...
just watch your back, when you're comin through this town

Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)

(Daz)
When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
Hoppin Up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, What a Fun Day
Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
Diggy Daz a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and Tough but its never to much
Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
AK front to the back cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmmin
to Rumble in the Jungle like Ali and Foreman
We rippin it up, we be givin it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
We be cuttin it up scufflin, mufflin it up
Homeboy Diggy Daz (Now With Kurupt)

Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)

(Kurupt)
Livin it Up--shakin, makin the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin Stickin fool for chicken, scrapin the curbs
Scrappin for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird
I'm On it Homey, me and my homegirl Diamond
Down With the nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin switches a couple toys
I'm tired retirin a couple jerseys
Went From the sunny state to Jersey, puffin Hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
spit off set off spun of te chest
off the roof--a hundred and seventy eight prof of boost
Ganster Daz and Kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)

(Kurupt)
Im tired of this (this) I'm tired of that (that)
I'm bout to bust fool where's the strap
G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
on the corner chippin the curb and any busta
get close enough we servin

(Daz)
Homey Dont get nervous
Beware, thats Kurupt, fool beware
Rippin it up so you better beware
of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
You and all Your crap crew get bruised up
I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
and pay dues and now I'm livin the life of crime
Switched Up, hit em up, blast or get em up
Forty-Five, Tec nines blast to hit em up
Aww Yeah

Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)
Aww Yeah! Do You Wanna Ride wit Us (Who Ride Wit Us)

Man what you need man?

Your Gyrlfriend


(Girl)
Yeah right, I ain't no motha fucking hoe
My home girl a hoe
Shit nigga, I got my own shit
And I'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but shit. . .

(Kurupt)
Just another day sunny C-A-L, try to pass and tell,
I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell,
But whats this?
This nigga actin just like the bitch,
Cause he like the bitch,
He just like the bitch,
Your girl ain't nothing but a bitch leavin messages on all on nigga's service,
You actin jus like the hoe,
Actin' like he don't know,
The all-mighty, ball-blowing, like jaws a lil lower.
You hit the spot?
Perfect bitch,
Ever seen your bitch when she slurp on dicks?
With that birth mark right on her upper thigh,
With a mouth like that I don't sympathize,
She do things with her mouth you gotta see wit your own two eyes bitch nigga
actin surprised,
See Daz beat the cock,
But you love the bitch,
See be eatin dicks and you kissin the bitch,

(Corus (Daz))
You know. . .that I know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is a hoe,
I know. . .that you know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is my hoe.

(Kurupt)
I want it blow,
Get it on.
Drop 6-6 on 5 hoes nigga its on.
Cadillac domes,
Magnum and chromes,
Put it, strap it on,
Dont take it off more than 3 days it'll (??)
Get the whole tip of your dick burned off,
Fuck around with that bitch of yours,
She's no different from the rest of the whores.
Might be nasty, unclassy, sassy, untrustworthy plastic bitch.
And you got the nerve to fall in love with the bitch,
And actin' like your ballin Captain Fall In Love With a Bitch,
Now you know about the girl that you chose to love,
Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from K-Dubb.
Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for the smokin up.
In the cut, take this game and start soakin up.
Hookin' up with Jesus what I see,
While Daz takin' your bitch upstairs I be,
Waitin' to fuck the bitch my goddam self,
with 18 rubbers, cause your bitch is hazardes to my health.
and you know, like I know, that your trick ass, skanky ass bitch is a hoe

Chorus

(Daz)
Any Nigga can get the pussie, (Nah I don't think so)
All it takes is some time, (yeah that's right!)
You can hit it like you want it, (UHhhh)
Hit up or from behind.

(Girl)
You aint stickin that big dick up in my ass uh-uh, that shit looks ferousis.
oh I'm straight nigga. Pelase Be-weave-it

(Kurupt)
Shut the fuck up bitch,
Eat a dick bitch,
Eat a bowl of shit bitch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws.
Take a pill bitch, chill bitch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussy in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch.

Chorus x 2 1/4

BEITCH!!!! (Fuck You)

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

[all together]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! [repeat 4X]

[Hittman]
Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes
Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both
Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes
When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?"

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out

[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
let's get high, all my ladies
let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
high (hiiiiigh..)
Let's get high (hiiiiigh..)
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta
shit
Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics]
Down to..

YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin?
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?

[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch!
I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz
Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks
Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe
You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though
And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers
To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours
Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt
Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit
Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz!

Xxplosive West coast shit
My nigguhish ways attract
girls that used to
turn they back
Causin me to yank they arm and
pose like I would do the harm
Now I'm sayin thank you cause
they tell me my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive
for my niggaz drinkin Cognac
smokin weed always pack
mo' than one firearm
chrome rims ridin on
Chronic in yo' system
let me know
my shit's the bomb Xxplosive
West coast shit nigga
Overdosage
imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch
don't tease bitch
strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch
gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a
dick can shut the fuck up
Gobble and swallow a nut up
shut up and get my cash
Backhanded pimpslapped
backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar pimp
convention hoes for a dollar
SixDeuce in a plush
sixdeuce impala
Pimpin hoes
from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes
just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night
and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day
well save this dick
Bitch nigga you more of a
bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy
or hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches
off of the grip you punk bitch
All my real Doggs
still kick it wit me
All my down hoes
still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
They ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats
still shake it for me
All my true fans
still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin
nuttin but dope indeed
Real trees
Chronic leaves
No seeds
When I had you last night baby
Before I blew yo' mind
I thought we had a chance lady
No more now that
I'm sober you ain't that fine
Don't wanna treat you wrong
Don't wanna lead you on
Here baby hit the bong
while the west coast rolls along
While we
still makin gangsta hits
You'll be
still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch
this biiiitch
I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands
stompin they feet
Every now and then they put
they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me
can't even call it
A 23year old pussy
fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin bitches on the regular
I put that on the G
A hustler and a player
nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some shit about
this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and
said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro
I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixtyfo'
I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' days
pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that
she go both ways
She ate her best friend
I left them hoes at the mall
They be beepin me and shit
but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin
they on the nuts
But beitch
I'm out ya pussy when I nut f'real

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Hey, Daz (Sup)
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be

[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi

[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
Death Row

[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
Whatchu say baby?
You wanna get down?
You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
The Gargamill is in your ear
Rappin' in your ear
On WBALL (Balls)
It's not on your radios
Your radio is not really on
If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on)

[Phats Bossi]
Who's the misfit stompin' through your district?
Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the shit?
Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man
The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper
Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker
What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks
You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing yet
The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues
Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs
See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo

1- I'm your radio (Turn me on)
We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough
I'm your radio (Turn me on)
That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate

[Kurupt]
Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy
Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies
Listenin' to Gotti at five
I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls
Young balls hog; a millon words a minute
A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_
Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump
And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up
If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up
Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up
Or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at
Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack
What up ROC?

Repeat 1

[R.O.C.]
I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next
The name ain't debate when they conversate the best
Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya)
I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs
Then tell him something (What?)
I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer
No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains
Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring
I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?"
Partna, what's poppin', rock cockin', double glock
And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio
Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah)
My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh)
I suggest you adjust your vest position
Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin'
And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on
I'm on your radio

Repeat 1

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's speaking?!

[RZA]
Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106
But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio"
I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin'
Let me hear that heater go!

[Radio DJ]
Thank you!

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
This is KWBALLS, who's this?!

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio"
I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy
Keep it bangin'!

[Radio DJ]
Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!

[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song
By Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it

[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have here folks?!
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz
It's going down

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
Hot-line, who is this?!

[Queen B]
What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs
And "I'm Your Radio". Keep banging that shit baby

[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

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.

The greatest DJ.. In the whole wide world
Is DJ Clue... Other DJs can't say nothing
Because they can't do what he can do..
No one, No one, No one, No one, No........
He the greatest DJ.. Famous DJ Clue...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat (x4)

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

**Repeat

Mike Dean let the bass go

*** Repeat

*Repeat (x2)

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

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

I lost my eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

*Repeat (x3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat just 4 lines

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

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

(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking?
Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up!
(Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh)

Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience
multiple gun shots
Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots
Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots
Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast Smash boom batter and crash
Shells spread from head to head like rashes When it clashes
Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes
Drive by's drive by night and day The homie grill in the drive by
night and day
For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die
Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry
Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by
But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry
I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds
Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds

*My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears)
I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
Just pass and die around here
My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear)

We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight
I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry
Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me
If I catch a gun and let me rest in peace
I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain
Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane
But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head
Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead
All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets
Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased
Go through up and down those in heaven above
Those scattered shot myself and those who I love
If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone
Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone
Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt
Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth
Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world
Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls
It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high
Life's a long ride, but we all die Cuz my heart don't pump no fear
And I ain't scared of nobody out here
God hates a coward they told me that when I was young
And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run

*Repeat

Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's)
So if we come in the back come equipped
Run, hide, and duck quick Before we shake your shit
Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped
I get a grip 50100's and count it up
Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut
Who got the flavor can't control my behavior
Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges
Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody)
Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous
With a tommy gun it reminds ya son
The battle cry's and war drums it just begun
Vicious as an alligator the street major
No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody)
Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark
And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks

*Repeat

(Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh) My heart don't pump no fear

Well...this is the party where the people get hardy
where the party never just don't stop.
So just clap your hands and stomp your feet,
and make your body rock. Well....I'm D-A-Z, the MC of the night.
Came here to jam just to rock the mic.

Now gangsta don't dance, they boogie with
a little of this and a little bit of that and a fat 50 sack.

Come on and break it down. Baby girl, let me see you
do your thang. Man I love it when the party just swang.
Shake it all around and let your boo-ty' swang.

You know there's a party goin on and my moms ain't home.
The feeling is right, we doin this all night long.

Come on make it hot. Baby girl, won't you do your thang, make it pop.

*It's a party at my house.
It's about to go...It's about to go DOWN!
It's a party at my house (It's a party at my house)
It's about to go....it's about to go DOWN!

*Repeat

Stepped to the bar and ordered a drink. Pull out my money, grab my
bank.
Sat at the table and to smoke some dank.

Posted by the bar and I did my thang.
I seen this bad bad bitch so i bought her a drink,
now let's see how much ass this bitch can shake.

Now get down to the rhythm of the funky beat.

D-O double G, P-O-U-N-D, Yeah Ima gangsta and that's all I be.
I'm gettin lucky bitches like 1,2,3.

Be sure to talk. If she a freak then we fade tomorrow.

Yeah, since I been born, I been born to ball. That's right, we havin
a party y'all.
For all my loc's and doggs; For all my hoggs and G's,
I put the dick in the mouth.

Now that's what I'm talkin about. *Kurupt in backround: Beitch!

*Repeat (x2)

Now...If you really really want it, bitch come get it.

I wanted to see if you was all down wit it.

See, i told you once and I told you twice.

Bitch, you gon' give up the pussy tonight.

D: It's D-A-Z. K: Nigga, D-O-G.
D: The K-U-R-U-P-T. K: Most definitely.
D: We the D-O double G. K: Professionally.
D: In the place to be. K: The D-P-G-C.

Now, get your freak on, freak on, get your freak on.

Now, get your gangsta on, gangsta on, Homie get your gangsta on.

Now get your groove on, groove on. Groove on, groove on.

Now get yo walk on, yo walk on. Yo walk on.

*Repeat (x2)

Rocafella Dogg Pound nigga... Gangstas...
Daz... Kurupt... Dilli... Gotti... Haha.. Big Earl...
The gunshot echoed through the street, where I pick my feet
Street sweep, seperate, delete [D] As you ask for peace

The concrete crackin the shells You aim for the chest and ride for
the west

See everybody used to tell him that he wouldn't never live long
..never live long And that we gon' always die with the strong

Get it on, never knew it could happen.. (never knew it could happen)
But evidently it did.. (evidently it did)
A nigga got older.. (a nigga got older)
And had a few kids.. (and had a few kids)
Keep throwin hogs in the war, lettin off in the warzone
at that gat pass and blast, pass the chrome

Until this day, motherfuckers still think we wrong
Put a bullet in ya dome, run in yo' home Get yo' cash, ya jewelry,
and yo' stone
It's on.. (It's on) It's stoned Another motherfucker gone

Pullin out bullets out the pump our Gangsta G'd up, all new apparel
I'll never give a fuck about none of y'all niggaz
So I let off the sawed-off double barrel Dat Nigga Daz

Kurupt the Kingpin motherfucker! Ridin up on you suckers!

Motherfuckers wanna act like they wanna bang Go head up with the gang
Suckers, busters, fuckers, bitch-ass snitchers In the sky

Another mother got to cry - Shit happens!

Damn man you just walked up and shot the nigga momma
Man he couldn't get the nigga so he shot the nigga momma
(Shit happens!) Man I'm tellin you cous' man that nigga whole chest
was threw the fuck off, man I don't, man

You ain't hard nigga We ran up on yo' bitch-ass and took yo' car nigga
The fuck you think you going Yo' bitch-ass ain't gettin too far nigga
I'ma blast before I speak
Uh-huh, I'ma dash you fore I creep
Uh-huh, I'ma fuck ya bitch next week
And have that bitch sell her pussy for me
See we can squabble scrap

Shank 'em, pull out gats and blast
We can chill or kick back, two niggaz smokin that
See money ain't shit, and that bitch you love eat dicks
Ate the whole clique, anything we want we can get bitch

Havin money, bitches, cars Slangin pussy on the boulevard Oh my God
Smash and dip, gangstas on the gangsta shit, G'd as fuck
Blastin niggaz for iron as Buck in the cut with the M14
Guarunteed to get what we need to get, shootin shit
And shit happens!

Yeah man nigga just walked up and shot him point-blank in the head
No remorse, no sorrow (Shit happens!)
Aww cous' you heard about what happened to cous' over there on 14th
(What happened?) Aww man (Shit happens!)
Man the nigga killed hisself, man soutside suicide man
Man he couldn't live with this shit (Shit happens!)
Man that nigga got shot square in the head, homeboy
Square in the head, I saw it last week, ya don't know? (Bitch!)
Watch yo' ass! [D] Better watch - yo' - ass!
Shit happens boy [K] Shit happens boy
It could happen to me It could happen to you
This a public service announcement We hood to hood
Don't come, to our hood nigga Cuz in our hood (SHIT) happens
Hahaha....

Over and over again

It seems there's no way out
Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress
But the world is a test Without God and a bulletproof vest
You might be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, step by step
Maybe this'll be something I regret
(Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot
that nigga)
Gotta pay the rent Gotta get some get back
It seems there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and flip that
Now watch it come rit back
Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell
Why I fucked up and I swear I can't tell, where I fell
Escape death and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas
But there's no way out Sing it with me come on

*There's no way out
Through all the huet, the pain, the fear and the doubts
But if you look the other route then you'll find out
You can do it Homie, there's someway out

Talent ain't shit Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip
Off your mind, body and soul Grow old and lose control
Duck your foes and watchin' foes While the homies hold on
Held on too long the strong quickly got weak
Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?)
While I'm in a terminal state
Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's
Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz)
The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks
Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip)
Yeah I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's
Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, IBC's
I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems

Sing it with me come on

*Repeat (x4)

Yeah, yeah you know I was strolling down the street the other day
you know and I ran into this lady I'm like "what's up mommy,
hey what's up baby, what's cracking baby what's going on with you
girl".
You know she tried to act all funny ain't wanna speak to a nigga,
I'm like "Ya bitch! Shit, fucking bitch!".
It ain't like you ain't never sucked dick before ya bitch.
Ya stupid ho, you bitch, you hoe...

Calm and collected, I'm in a zone of my own
Clouded clips of chrome, sunny californ-
The home of jack artist, thick thighs and Myties
Major high, suicide, drive-byes and crime
Homicides, gang banging, the bangers bang
See out here in baby we into our own thang
Time to head up to Venice, kick it on the beach
Ladies all the thick, the bomb, soft as a peach
It's me and Daz, dogs off the leash
Who all the ho's want to cling on to and suck dry like a leach
Daz and Kurupt coming out the cut
We just don't give a fuck and just wanna fuck
And all we wanna do is bust a nut Come see me ho, ya bitch, ya slut
And the bitch had the nerve to ask me for a motherfucking autograph
I'm like you goofy bitch!

*If you want some play from me tonight
You got to treat me baby Treat me like a lady

*Repeat

So I'm a stand at an angle She was thick like a mango
If I fucked her in bed, the bitch was hard to tangle
I ain't no Casanova I ride a cruiser and a nova
But I'm young for my age I'm on a whole different page
I fuck bitches old as my age
I need a bitch with class, I need a bitch that's paid
Wine and dine at a Toro's, Me and my amigos
Drinking margarita's with a couple of ho's
You want a soft cut nigga, do what I say type of man
That's some shit I don't get with, some shit I don't understand
Later on 'til the break of dawn, busting the thongs
Till the twats gone all you heard was moans
Ass, hips, and lips over a hard ass dick
Make a good combination when I'm nutting and shit
She said you know I don't suck dick but I...
(Oh you lying bitch. You ate lil' Mo's dick last week)

*Repeat (x2)

I treat 'em how they act, knock 'em how they want it
Some of you fools just ain't up on it
Conversation waste time, I'm straight to the topic
Let me see them thongs baby, I want to see them drop it
With baby bearing hips the baby sticks right out
Soon as they touch the floor I pull my dick right out
Daz you ever see this bitch before (Naw)
Well she's about to blow your socks off, she's about to knock on the
door

Well I rather get an ugly bitch then a fine bitch
'Cause an ugly bitch don't want ya but a fine bitch want all ya shit
Lil' bitch, fat bitch, small dick, big dick
Love the way you switch shit she love that shit
She say Daz, "I love ya 'cause ya fucking me"
But in my mind bitch ya really nothing to me
Her ass so plumy, I treat her like a puppy
(And make that bitch pop that monkey)

*Repeat (x4)

I'm gonna treat you like a lady and give you FIVE dollars.
You only live down the street, you can even walk.
Come on I'll even walk with you come on, I'll even walk with you

What we 'bout to do cuz?
(We about to get fucked up!) Cigarettes, heron
(We about to get fucked up!) Coke, crack, ice, blaze it up
(We about to get fucked up!) Sherm, sherm
Bomb weed, swisher sweets All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day Passing by give me weed
(We about to get fucked up!) Uppers, downers, methamphetamines

Sherm sticks get me to floating I'm a balance the motion
I keep toking, keep loccing, keep smoking, and choking
Keep tooting, keep aiming, paranoid rebooting
Keep setting, getting prepared for busting and shooting
I feel great, super cuz, I can fly, I'm high
I'm the biggest thing a motherfucker could see in his life
I got low eyes, high, sensitive level with no ties
Except to my homeboys, my family, and my life

Get your lighters and prepare for the brush fire
Get high, and high, and high, more and more high
Nigga is we fucked up? Everyday, all day, all night
Everyday all fucking night , every motherfucking night
With a fifth of Hennessy I'm buzzed, with a quarter pound of bud
Me and my niggas is known to smoke it smoke it up
I pop pills, get back in the mood to kill
Getting iller than ill, getting realer than real
What about you, you know the drugs
So all my niggas and my bitches right about now

(You know we about to get fucked up!) Smoking weed on the curb
See my homeboy chilling swigging ?
(We about to get fucked up!) To all my smokers smoking dope
Please don't over dose please don't overdose
(We about to get fucked up!) Getting high, dipping bye, just might
crash
That's when I'm high I dip and dash
(We about to get fucked up!) I smoke weed and hash
I makes all the cash, I makes all the cash

I get hot enough to touch fire and make it go out
I get 20 leagues beneath the sea and I won't drown
I'm a emerge where you least expect me to emerge
And I'm very violent right now with an electrical surge
Since we floating like clouds and I'm surging with electricity
I'm an electrical cloud and I'll fuck you up
To make a long story short take a tote of my 'port
Then head westbound homie, back home to the fort
I'm a green Berea I'm a pimp and I got ho's
That by me nice things, jewelry and clothes
I get high and get to trippin', but that's alright
You know what we do in the day and what we do in the night

We smoking bomb bomb we smoking bomb bomb
We smoking bomb da bomb ba da ba bomb bomb x2
Get your head out your ass and blaze up the grass
Do what I said real quick and real fast Cigar paper or a zag
We fucking with ounces nigga you still fucking with them bags
Nigga don't make me laugh Yours is heavily seeded and mines weeded
Stuff it in your ass nigga won't you beat it
I do it like I want it and want it how I can get it
And did it just how I want it (you see it ain't no thang)

(We about to get fucked up!) Cuz it's nothing
And see nothing from nothing leaves nothing
(We about to get fucked up!) Spending G's smoking trees
Every day every day all week and it's nothing to me
(We about to get fucked up!) Heron, know it's the bomb
Hit it like one more time
(We about to get fucked up!) Crack, weed, pills, hot sherm,
Regulate to make paper, paper
It's money nigga. All my niggas getting high packing heat.
Yeah, all my niggas off X, uh huh all my G's.

Yeah Yeah Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)

I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice
I keep my business separate from my personal life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
Grabbing it for any altercation
catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one time to catch me
Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me
I'm at the crib trying to chill with my little kid
Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)

*We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life)
Living the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life)
We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
Living the gangsta's life

*Repeat

I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood
Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is heated down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G
Cuz ain't nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along with me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on anybody who post and ran up
Everybody in my family path was jail
Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!

*Repeat (x2)

**What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound

Gangstas, just let it all go no games No snitching allowed, spitting
no names
I'm G And You ain't? I can? and you can't?
Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that ain't right
I always grew up since eighteen and up
With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound
Gangstas)
Blast backs at times we got bust at Turn around, bust back then scat
Moving on up to the top of the map
Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
This is our world, land of the gangsta macks Controlled by the blue
and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life

*Repeat (x2)

**Repeat (x3)

We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta
life

*Work dat pussy, work dat pussy
All my bitches work dat pussy
Work dat pussy, work dat pussy, all my bitches

*Repeat (x3)

Pussy makes the world go 'round, knock that pussy up and down
Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast
(Fuck em right) Fuck em Daz, work that pussy, slap that ass (Oh)
Put my dick right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt

This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill)
Move it in and out and give em what you will
All the hoes actin moody, stick my dick up in her coochie
If that hole get played out, stick my dick up in her booty
Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that
If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at

*Repeat (x2)

You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H (x2)
You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2)
I met her way back when on tour, day ten
I had her bent over backwards, her and her best friend
I was doin her in, makin me cum again and again and again and again
Havin a bomb while baby ate my balls
Gobbling all, dick all in her jaws And you know after I nut
I gotta get the fuck up and hit the cut, bitch
You always 'll be a ho that I know
When it shows in your attitude, it shows in your clothes
Look at her lookin cute in the Channel leather boots
And her pussy got juicer than a Juicy Fruit Dick gobbler, nut
swallower
You know the bitch is a real top scholar
Off ecstacy baby fuckin the best of me Beyonc?is my Destiny

You're jus a bitch (x2) [Kurupt] Bitch
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x2)
You're jus a bitch

She's just a perfect ball blower I'm a fuckin it up
See all you'll ever be is a bitch to Kurupt
Put it in perspective, all she wanna do is eat some
Put it in perspective, all the bullet do is feed some
Put it in perspective, all I wanna do is beat some
So before I beat it, you can eat it, bitch
These bitches nowadays ain't right
Still havin a good time, all they wanna do is fight
But I ain't got time for it, I'm a say it again
See I ain't got time for it, nor the money to spend
But you bitch, let me tell you what you could do bitch
And all you'll ever be to me and my crew bitch
A dust bag, dirtier than the motherfuckin dirt
Or I could rat, only good for hittin from the back
Scandalous than a motherfuckin fat bitch
Pro'ly would a ate the homie's dick if ain't crackin so quick

You're jus a bitch {B-I-T-C-H} (x2)
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4x
You're jus a bitch

Can I get some pussy tonight
A hour before my flight, is it alright?
Is it all cool? Can we pull in the drive
and then fuck in the back of my Lexus truck, bitch
Get my dick sucked in the back of the pool
Been fuckin since pre-school, I'm a motherfuckin fool
Fool
A bitch is a bitch
Bitch
And now can my dick play wit your clit?
The bitch love dat shit
Yeah
And I won't be thinkin like dis hit Be nuts on Tuesday
And leavin with two women to twist
Yeah
You still chasin bitches in pre-school
I used to do that, but if it ain't over to me homie
Then it just ain't cool

You're jus a bitch (Bitch got some big ass motherfuckin legs)
You're jus a bitch (Oooooo, girl she know how to suck a diack)
You're jus a bitch
(She was eatin a home girl pussy, freakin it out with a dildo in her
ass)
You're jus a bitch (Yeah freak mama number one n-nasty)
You're jus a B-[B]-I-[I]-T-C-H {B-I-T-C-H} (x4)
You're jus a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch

<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?

<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

<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...

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)