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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
[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... |
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[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... |
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from Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food (1999)
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 |
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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 |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
(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! |
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from Above The Rim (할렘 덩크) by Marcus Miller [ost] (1994)
Intro:
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ?? Kurupt: Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga I knew he was a fuckin' punk So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck" He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts Ready to get wrecked Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose) Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop Check me out peep how all who withstand Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand "Murder" that's what I be yellin' I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up Or ready to get 'em up What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right) Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the westside Snoop: Now this spots owned by the motherfuckin' D.O. (double G) P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide (For all this drama make you and your momma die) Hook: This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a fuck) This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit) Daz: |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y *It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog *Repeat Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") |