15 Years On Death Row - The Definitive Collection [compilation] (2006) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

3:58

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo'

하나,둘,셋 그리고 넷
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'

스눕도기독과 닥터드레가 문 앞에 섰다.
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up

들어갈 준비가 되었으니 모두 물러서 있거라.
(cause you know we're bout to rip shit up)

(왜냐하면 너도 알다시피 우리는 지금 몽땅 다 뒤집어 놀 참 이거든)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble

우선 내게 마이크를 다오, 그렇게 난 거품처럼 거침없이 내뱉을 수 있어.
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

컴튼과 롱 비치가 함께 한다.넌 지금 곤란에 빠져 버린 거야.
Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay!

오로지 갱스터 뿐이다.
Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay!

최고의 두 녀석, 그렇게 우린 극을 이루지
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!

데쓰로우는 내가 소속된 레이블이야.
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!)

우리들은 결코 퇴행하지 않는다.그러니 볼륨을 줄이지 말아.
But uhh, back to the lecture at hand

다시 강의로 돌아와서 얘기 한다.
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand

완벽함은 극에 달하고, 난 그들에게 노래를 들려주려 한다.
from a young G's perspective

젊은 갱스터의 시작으로 말야
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive

여자와 섹스를 하기에 앞서 난 콘돔을 찾아야 하지.
You never know she could be earnin her man

너희는 그녀가 원하는 남자를 단번에 보낼 수 있다는 것을 모르고 있지.

and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man

또한 그녀는 그 남자에게 한 수 가르쳐 주면서 동시에 불타게 만들지
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant

지금 너도 알다시피 난 절대 그렇게 당하지 않는다. 잘난체 하는 놈들아
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

내가 그 짓을 할땐 어떤 여자도 날 만족시켜 주지 못해.
(YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield

그래, 그것은 리얼-디얼 홀리 필드 보다 더 리얼하지.
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel

이 걸레들과 매춘부들아, 내가 무슨 말을 하는지 알겠냐?
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk

괜찮은 양의 물건을 준다면 내 주머니가 비는 것도 괜찮지
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

나는 이 끝내 주는 것들 중 일부만 가져가겠어.

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like this and like that and like this and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게

[Snoop]

Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
드레, 유령처럼 조용히 마이크로 다가와라

[Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in

그래 난 넌지시 보고 있다가 조용히 다가왔다.
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin

그런데 삐삐가 울리는 바람에 지금 겨우 마이크를 낚아챘어.
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt

자 이제 내가 느낀 점을 말할 시간이다.
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt

마음을 편하게 가지고 앉아 있거라. 안전 벨트도 착용하고 말야.
You never been on a ride like this befo'

너는 이전에 이런 멋진 걸 경험하지는 못했을 거야.
with a producer who can rap and control the maestro

랩을 하며 명 지휘를 하는 프로듀서를 말야.
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick

동시에 난 마약과 같은 가사를 선사하네.
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit

너나 나나 다 알다시피 난 내 작품과 선곡을 위해
to add to my collection, the selection

옛 훵키 곡중 몇개를 샘플링하지
symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke

그것들은 마약과 마리화나의 흡입을 상징한다. 하지만 질식하진 말거라
If you do, you'll have no clue

만일 네가 그렇게 된다면 넌 나와 스눕 독이
on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

다음과 같이 하는 것을 즐길 수 없게 된단 말야

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like this

이렇게

[Dre]

And who gives a fuck about those?

누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하고 있는 거지?

[Snoop]

So just chill, til the next episode

다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라
{*funky sample break*}

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean

갱스터 음악에 맞춰 신나게 놀아보자
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens

신선함이 물씬 풍겨나듯 마이크를 잡고 흥겹게 만들어 주지
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
그건 으뜸가는 스눕, 그래 난 신인 랩퍼야

D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
도기 독, 알겠지?

Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
마이크를 잡게 되면 장기를 발휘한다.

Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite
내가 dolomite 로 불려질때처럼 여자들과 놀아나며 총을 휴대하지.

Yeah, and it don't quit
그래 그러한 나의 행동들은 절대 끝나지 않아.

I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit
내가 보기에 애들이 점점 시들시들해져 가는 것 같군.

(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
(그래!) 그래서 드레,(왜 독?)

Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?)
그들이 원하는 걸 이제 보여주자고,(어떤 거 말이지?)

We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!)
그들을 확 뒤집을 만한 멋진 거.(그래!)

And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!)
그것은 신나는 것이어야 해.(컴튼 도시)

[Dr. Dre]
It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
그곳은 아직도 많은 이들이 궁금해 하는 곳이지,그러니 주목해라

Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin

멋진 폭동을 일으키지만 누굴 죽이거나 하진 않아.

Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
멋진 랩을 내뱉으면 머저리들은 우물쭈물 하게 되지.

When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
내가 마이크를 잡을 때, 머저리들은 마치 쿠키처럼 가루가 되어 버리지

Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
이리 가까이 와라. 두들겨 패 줄테니,

My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
내 멋진 친구 도기 독이 뒤쪽에 포진하고 있다.

Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin
내가 이런 저런 얘기를 흘리게끔 하지 마라. 한번 그러기 시작하면 몽땅 다

But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin
나와버리거든, 하지만 만일 내가 마리화나를 한다면 난 바로 돌아버린다.

And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
그리고 난 계속 랩핑을 전개하며 잘난 척 하는 녀석들을 끌어내리지

And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
네 놈들이 계속 시끄럽게 떠들어 댄다면 난 너희들을 가만두지 않을 거야,

Yeah, and you don't stop
그래 멈추지 않는다.

I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
내가 랩을 하는 건 마치 똑딱 소리를 내는 시계와 같다.

But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
절대 멈추지 않고 날 샐 때까지 난 계속해서 이 랩을 진행한다.

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
컴튼과 롱 비치로 불리는 도시,

Puttin the shit together
그들이 이제 함께 한다.

Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"
내 친구 D.O.C.의 노래"그 누구도 우리 보다 잘 할수는 없어" 처럼

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh

이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh

저렇게 이렇게 저렇게
It's like this

이렇게

[Dre]

And who gives a fuck about those?

누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하는거지?

[Snoop]

So just chill, til the next episode

다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라.

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게

[Snoop]
 
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
드레, 유령처럼 조용히 마이크로 다가와라

[Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in
 
그래 난 넌지시 보고 있다가 조용히 다가왔다.
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
 
그런데 삐삐가 울리는 바람에 지금 겨우 마이크를 낚아챘어.
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
 
자 이제 내가 느낀 점을 말할 시간이다.
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
 
마음을 편하게 가지고 앉아 있거라. 안전 벨트도 착용하고 말야.
You never been on a ride like this befo'
 
너는 이전에 이런 멋진 걸 경험하지는 못했을 거야.
with a producer who can rap and control the maestro
 
랩을 하며 명 지휘를 하는 프로듀서를 말야.
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
 
동시에 난 마약과 같은 가사를 선사하네.
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
 
너나 나나 다 알다시피 난 내 작품과 선곡을 위해
to add to my collection, the selection
 
옛 훵키 곡중 몇개를 샘플링하지
symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
 
그것들은 마약과 마리화나의 흡입을 상징한다. 하지만 질식하진 말거라
If you do, you'll have no clue
 
만일 네가 그렇게 된다면 넌 나와 스눕 독이
on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
 
다음과 같이 하는 것을 즐길 수 없게 된단 말야

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like this
 
이렇게

[Dre]
 
And who gives a fuck about those?
 
누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하고 있는 거지?

[Snoop]
 
So just chill, til the next episode
 
다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라
{*funky sample break*}

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
 
갱스터 음악에 맞춰 신나게 놀아보자 
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
 
신선함이 물씬 풍겨나듯 마이크를 잡고 흥겹게 만들어 주지
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
그건 으뜸가는 스눕, 그래 난 신인 랩퍼야
 
D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
도기 독, 알겠지?
 
Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
마이크를 잡게 되면 장기를 발휘한다.
 
Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite
내가 dolomite 로 불려질때처럼 여자들과 놀아나며 총을 휴대하지.
 
Yeah, and it don't quit
그래 그러한 나의 행동들은 절대 끝나지 않아.
 
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit
내가 보기에 애들이 점점 시들시들해져 가는 것 같군.
 
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
(그래!) 그래서 드레,(왜 독?)
 
Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?)
그들이 원하는 걸 이제 보여주자고,(어떤 거 말이지?)
 
We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!)
그들을 확 뒤집을 만한 멋진 거.(그래!)
 
And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!)
그것은 신나는 것이어야 해.(컴튼 도시)

[Dr. Dre]
It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
그곳은 아직도 많은 이들이 궁금해 하는 곳이지,그러니 주목해라
 
Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin
 
멋진 폭동을 일으키지만 누굴 죽이거나 하진 않아.
 
Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
멋진 랩을 내뱉으면 머저리들은 우물쭈물 하게 되지.
 
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
내가 마이크를 잡을 때, 머저리들은 마치 쿠키처럼 가루가 되어 버리지
 
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
이리 가까이 와라. 두들겨 패 줄테니,
 
My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
내 멋진 친구 도기 독이 뒤쪽에 포진하고 있다.
 
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin
내가 이런 저런 얘기를 흘리게끔 하지 마라. 한번 그러기 시작하면 몽땅 다
 
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin
나와버리거든, 하지만 만일 내가 마리화나를 한다면 난 바로 돌아버린다.
 
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
그리고 난 계속 랩핑을 전개하며 잘난 척 하는 녀석들을 끌어내리지
 
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
네 놈들이 계속 시끄럽게 떠들어 댄다면 난 너희들을 가만두지 않을 거야,
 
Yeah, and you don't stop
그래 멈추지 않는다.
 
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
내가 랩을 하는 건 마치 똑딱 소리를 내는 시계와 같다.
 
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
절대 멈추지 않고 날 샐 때까지 난 계속해서 이 랩을 진행한다.
 
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
컴튼과 롱 비치로 불리는 도시,
 
Puttin the shit together
그들이 이제 함께 한다.
 
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"
내 친구 D.O.C.의 노래"그 누구도 우리 보다 잘 할수는 없어" 처럼

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh
 
이렇게 저렇게 이렇게
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
 
저렇게 이렇게 저렇게
It's like this
 
이렇게

[Dre]
 
And who gives a fuck about those?
 
누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하는거지?

[Snoop]
 
So just chill, til the next episode
 
다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라.

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Dogg Pound 4 Life

featuring Snoop Dogg

Tha Dogg Pound

4:59

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:

Afro Puffs

featuring Snoop Dogg

Lady Of Rage

4:48

Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it
I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child
No need to say mo', check the flow
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound*
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
from the rising to the setting of the sun
or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM
BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!
I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks
get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em
Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah
I put that on my unborn kids
Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Ohh shit, I'm the shit!
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
I pi-ty the fool, that gets
with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!)
You wanna get with the wickedness? With that
big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason
You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy
are you ready for the cream de la creme?
I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up
I keep competitors stuck
in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up
like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA
(So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
(repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe
But you gotta give credit when credit is due
Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl
The Lady Of Rage
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up
Y'know what I'm sayin

Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!) 
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage 
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must 
It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust 
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap 
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap 
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time 
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine 
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a 
This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a 
lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate 
Check it how I rock it 
I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo 
to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh 
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E 
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me 
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style 
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child 
No need to say mo', check the flow 
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* 
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed 
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up 
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks 
So put your money on the bread winner 
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners 
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone 
from the rising to the setting of the sun 
or the moon, I consume the room with doom 
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM 
BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! 
I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks 
get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk 
of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em 
Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah 
I put that on my unborn kids 
Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you 
flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit 
Ohh shit, I'm the shit! 
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie 
I pi-ty the fool, that gets 
with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) 
You wanna get with the wickedness? With that 
big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason 
You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy 
are you ready for the cream de la creme? 
I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up 
I keep competitors stuck 
in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up 
like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real 
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA 
(So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh 
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) 
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) 
(repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest 
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) 
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) 
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) 
Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest 
I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' 
The indo blow and the grass grow 
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe 
But you gotta give credit when credit is due 
Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl 
The Lady Of Rage 
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs 
Handcuffed and she busts 
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up 
Y'know what I'm sayin

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Natural Born Killaz

featuring Ice Cube

How Do U Want It (Radio Ver.)

4:51

[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since i came out the nutsac
im in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
i see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
cause when i get my sawed off
niggaz get hauled off

*Barrel one
touches your motherfuckin flesh
*Barrel two
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem?
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I'm dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA
I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom's got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night...

*Barrel one
touches your motherfuckin flesh
*Barrel two
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem?
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I'm dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA
I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom's got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night...

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featuring K-Ci & Jojo

3:58

Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo

How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic
cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game is told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?

Chorus 2X

(2Pac)
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out

Chorus

(2Pac)
Tell me

Chorus

(2Pac)
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real

Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo

How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic 
cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game is told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?

Chorus 2X

(2Pac)
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out

Chorus

(2Pac)
Tell me

Chorus

(2Pac)
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real

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Bitches Ain't Shit

featuring Snoop Dogg

Let Me Ride (Extended Version)

4:46

[Chorus: x2 Snoop]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run

[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucker with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this

[Snoop]
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Why?) [Repeat: x3]
Cause a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Why?) [Repeat: x3]
Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfucking chin checking
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch!

[Chorus]

[Jewell]
(Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit")
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
But I and her know that they can't fade this
Cause I'm doing my own thingdown with the swing
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck [Repeat: x3]

And now I gotta do some,
And now I gotta do some shit that's clean
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow ho
But they can't hang with my type on swing
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung

[Dr. Dre:]
Bitches ain't shit

[Chorus: x2 Snoop]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run

[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucker with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this

[Snoop] 
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Why?) [Repeat: x3]
Cause a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Why?) [Repeat: x3]
Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfucking chin checking
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch!

[Chorus]

[Jewell]
(Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit")
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
But I and her know that they can't fade this
Cause I'm doing my own thingdown with the swing
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck [Repeat: x3]

And now I gotta do some,
And now I gotta do some shit that's clean
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow ho
But they can't hang with my type on swing
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung

[Dr. Dre:] 
Bitches ain't shit

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featuring Snoop Dogg

11:00

Verse One

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz sayin

Chorus:

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Verse Two

just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
that gangster glare, with gangster raps
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the motherfuckin streets
and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
but before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
on my dick, cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin

Chorus

Verse Three

Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody
peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin

Chorus: to end

Verse One

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz sayin

Chorus:

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Verse Two

just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
that gangster glare, with gangster raps
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the motherfuckin streets
and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
but before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
on my dick, cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin

Chorus

Verse Three

Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody
peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre?  Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin

Chorus: to end

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Life's So Hard

featuring Snoop Dogg

5:40

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a nigga (coughing)
Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
(whispered) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out nigga!

Chorus:
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

(Tupac - chorus 2X throughout)
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

(Verse One)
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

(Chorus)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Two)
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Three)
Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Four)
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on do-rags

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin

(Chorus repeats in background)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

You ain't really makin nothin
These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...

(Chorus 2X) to fade
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

Chorus: 
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

(Tupac - chorus 2X throughout)
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

(Verse One)
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

(Chorus)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Two)
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Three)
Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

(Verse Four)
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on do-rags

(Chorus 2X)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin

(Chorus repeats in background)
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

You ain't really makin nothin
These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...

(Chorus 2X) to fade
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

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Big Pimpin'

featuring Snoop Dogg

Tha Dogg Pound

3:58

>

[Featuring Big Pimpin, Nate Dogg, Snoop Doggy Dogg]
[Kurupt]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up two
seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in
Conversated then I dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
to see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
[Nate Dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now do I love them hoes? (HELL NAW!)
And why is that? (Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg!)
(And you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but I'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and I'm fishin, wishin
upon a star, to come up on some ends
but she caviar, and I let her bet her pussy
so I can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone
[Big Pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
and the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
and the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
as she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
for I have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
that gets sucked, ALL day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And I believed her when I accept it
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

>    
 
[Featuring Big Pimpin, Nate Dogg, Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
[Kurupt] 
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock 
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block 
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe 
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop 
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while 
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine 
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice 
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up two 
seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve 
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in 
Conversated then I dug the hoe out 
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out 
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop 
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked 
Now I'm high as a kite 
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright 
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib 
to see what's with my woman and my newborn kid 
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch! 
[Nate Dogg] 
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face 
She looked kind of cavi to me 
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone 
I'm just a dog don't blame me 
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
Now do I love them hoes? (HELL NAW!) 
And why is that? (Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg!) 
(And you never gave a fuck about a bitch; 
cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks) 
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah 
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg 
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo' 
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe 
Hittin all the spots but I'm comin up blank 
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank 
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I 
puts my nine double-M to my side, as I 
continue with my mission 
Pussy is my dish and I'm fishin, wishin 
upon a star, to come up on some ends 
but she caviar, and I let her bet her pussy 
so I can get my pimp on 
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone 
[Big Pimpin] 
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights 
and the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it 
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun 
and the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run 
as she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags 
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable 
for I have yet not got a refill, for her 
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me 
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable 
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day 
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash 
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure 
Dripping willows on satin pillows 
Love is being checked, from a hoe 
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on 
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop 
that gets sucked, ALL day long 
A tangy, little candy drop 
I love it when she brings me the pay 
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine 
Yeah my hoe brings me mine 
For like she says she does 
And I believed her when I accept it 
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body 
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di 
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di 
I got pimp bones in my body

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10.

Gin And Juice

G'z Up, Hoez Down [Unreleased]

3:33

Verse One: Kurupt

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]
Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

Chorus: repeat 2X

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass

Chorus

Verse Three: Kurupt

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

Chorus

Verse Four: Rage

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck

Chorus

Verse One: Kurupt

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]
Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

Chorus: repeat 2X

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit 
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass

Chorus

Verse Three: Kurupt

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

Chorus

Verse Four: Rage

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck

Chorus

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2:21

12.

California Love

4:01

Roger Troutman
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love

California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a>
In the city of good old Watts
In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a>
We keep it rocking
We keep it rocking

Dr. Dre
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat
The state where you never find a dancefloor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends
I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace
It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Dre putting it down for California

California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party)
California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do)
In the city of LA (city of LA)
In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts)
In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah)
We keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
We keep it rocking

Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...)
Shake it, shake it, baby, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali

2Pac
Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming
Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin'
Fiending for money and alcohol
The life of a Westside player, where cowards die
And it's all war
Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die
In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...)
Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews
Famous 'cause we programme worldwide
Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans
Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside
So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of LA
From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a>
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love

California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of LA (South Central)
In the city of good old Watts (that's right)
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rocking
We keep it rocking

(Yeah, yeah, now make it shake)
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast)
Shake it Cali...

Dr. Dre
...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco
2Pac
Hey, you know LA up in this
Dr. Dre
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
2Pac
Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby
Dr. Dre
Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah

2Pac
Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you

Roger Troutman
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love

California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a>
In the city of good old Watts
In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a>
We keep it rocking 
We keep it rocking

Dr. Dre
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat
The state where you never find a dancefloor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends
I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace
It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Dre putting it down for California

California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party)
California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do)
In the city of LA (city of LA)
In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts)
In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah)
We keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
We keep it rocking

Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...)
Shake it, shake it, baby, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali

2Pac
Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming
Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin'
Fiending for money and alcohol
The life of a Westside player, where cowards die
And it's all war
Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die
In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...)
Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews
Famous 'cause we programme worldwide
Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans
Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside
So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of LA
From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a>
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love

California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of LA (South Central)
In the city of good old Watts (that's right)
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rocking
We keep it rocking

(Yeah, yeah, now make it shake)
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast)
Shake it Cali...

Dr. Dre
...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco
2Pac
Hey, you know LA up in this
Dr. Dre
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
2Pac
Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby
Dr. Dre
Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah

2Pac
Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you

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13.

Made Niggaz

5:03

(2Pac)
No man seperate what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures
Death Row at it's finest!
M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz
We comin after these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me! Makaveli the Don

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star
Fuck the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga

(Can you feel me?)
A motherfuckin made nigga..
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigga

(Napolean)
Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them
Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin
A made nigga

(Fatal Hussein)
How many niggaz fall in your vision?
Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf
I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much
We made niggaz

(E.D.I.)
Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin at those
who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's
Baby, maybe, that's if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin

(Kastro)
I ain't count the line, my strap, my head,
there will be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal
Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb
with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine

(Khadafi)
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw
Thug nigga to the core
The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil
Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga

(2Pac)
Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentance
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
my army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga

(2Pac)
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin made Niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!)

(Cop speaks over Tupac's part above)
Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
We got a bunch of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uhh I repeat let 'em go
I repeat, let 'em go
They're made niggaz.. let 'em go
But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed
I said let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star
Fuck the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga

(Can you feel me?)
A motherfuckin made nigga..
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigga

(Napolean)
Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father then my father crossed them
Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin
A made nigga

(Fatal Hussein)
How many niggaz fall in your vision?
Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever, knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off then poof like Rahman Raouf
I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much
We made niggaz

(E.D.I.)
Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin at those
who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's
Baby, maybe, that's if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin

(Kastro)
I ain't count the line, my strap, my head,
there will be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal
Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb
with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine

(Khadafi)
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you raw
Thug nigga to the core
The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil
Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on your motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga

(2Pac)
Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentance
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
my army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga

(2Pac)
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin made Niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BITCH!!)

(Cop speaks over Tupac's part above)
Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
We got a bunch of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uhh I repeat let 'em go
I repeat, let 'em go
They're made niggaz.. let 'em go
But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed
I said let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go

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Disc 2

To Live & Die In L.a.

4:25

Initiated

featuring Daz,Kurupt

Various Artists

4:52

Murder Was The Case

4:20

Mista Grimm's 'Indo Smoke' plays in the background
Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
*gun shots*
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now

verse1)
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
'Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better'
How long will I live?
'Eternal life and forever'
And will I be, the G that I was?
'I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son'
My eyes are closed

hook)
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

verse2)
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
'Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine'
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

verse3)
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

hook)
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

verse1)
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
'Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better'
How long will I live?
'Eternal life and forever'
And will I be, the G that I was?
'I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son'
My eyes are closed

hook)
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

verse2)
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
'Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine'
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

verse3)
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay 
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

hook)
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

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Ambitionz Az A Ridah

4:38

(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

(2Pac *speaking over background*)
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
that get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches

(2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

(2Pac *speaking over background*)
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind nigga
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

(2Pac)
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah

Chorus: 2Pac

(singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
(singing) My ambitions as a ridah
(singing) Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Tupac)
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
(Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus

(Tupac)
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus 2.5X

(2Pac *singing in background* 2X)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

(2Pac *speaking over background*)
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
that get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches

(2Pac *singing in background starts to overlap/repeat*)
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah  
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

(2Pac *speaking over background*)
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind nigga
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

(2Pac)
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention 
to my amibitions as a ridah

Chorus: 2Pac

(singing) I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
(singing) My ambitions as a ridah
(singing) Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Tupac)
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
(Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus

(Tupac)
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me, 
and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention 
to my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus 2.5X

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All About U

featuring Dru Down

Puffin' On Blunts And Drankin' Tanqueray

4:37

[2Pac]Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh!
[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!
[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] It's all about you
[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh
[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[2Pac]
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah

[2Pac]Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh!
[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!
[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] It's all about you
[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh
[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[2Pac]
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out 
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia
[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go 
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah

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featuring Daz

6:24

[Lady Of Rage]
All ways and forever, forever and all ways
the rhythm will flow from now and through all days
as long as the sun shines
as long as Eisenours on the dime
yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J
hard as Bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
hands that are clappin end up cracklin
under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro Nefertiti yes indeedi
got the eyes of the beedie-body from Tahiti
voice of the will lyrics blow
chills up ya spine thats illslow
all thoughts in ya mind drop a yo
came in the front but you be kicked through the back door
for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh
you'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
a busta you musta been fuckin on drugs
and alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall
spread em, doggs go get em and
cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em
not a word, not another one heard
if you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
Rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
Rock on witcha bad self....

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Yo..Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
a true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around
so back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound
you see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..)
D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
in a caddy-haddy, not known about the city
where the niggas hang around
so I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound

[Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work
I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin Vsop
I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E
Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch
real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks
I hit em up wit the Pound
so what you wanna throw up
claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up
know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house
back again we try to get high as we kin
Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered so scatter
before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
so Im comin from my hood...what hood
you really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew
motherfucker dont you know Im stranded on the row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action
relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin
outlasted did dirt the other day
betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G
P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
the execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
what said is all said its already spoke
the dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
one of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer,
dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a
approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya
your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit
but a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit
but a ho and trick on my dick
flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound
fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now
and I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9
ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine
fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin
we all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin
throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's
maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me
Beeyatch..

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Yo..Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
a true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around
so back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound
you see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..)
D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
in a caddy-haddy, not known about the city 
where the niggas hang around
so I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound

[Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work
I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin Vsop
I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E
Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch
real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks
I hit em up wit the Pound
so what you wanna throw up
claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up
know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house
back again we try to get high as we kin
Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered so scatter 
before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
so Im comin from my hood...what hood
you really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew
motherfucker dont you know Im stranded on the row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action
relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin
outlasted did dirt the other day
betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G
P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
the execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
what said is all said its already spoke
the dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
one of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, 
dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a
approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya
your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit
but a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit
but a ho and trick on my dick
flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound
fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now
and I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9
ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine
fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin
we all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin
throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's
maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me
Beeyatch..

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Pain

featuring Stretch

4:33

(voice sample from Star Trek V)
I couln't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me!

Ohhh pain...pain ...pain

ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh
ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh

They'll never take me alive
i'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas
Time ta die
Even as a youngster
causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school
kickin' up dust
but now i'm labled as a trouble maker
who can you blame ?
smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
so i'm hopeless
rollin' down the freeway swervin'
don't worry
i'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
maybe if they tried to understand me
what should i do ?
i had to feed my fuckin' family
what else could i do
but be a thug
out slangin' with the homies
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger ta homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victom of the 12 guage
my memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and i ain't goin back to court
so fuck what you thought
im drinkin' hennessey
runnin from my enemies
will i live to be 23
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhhh....
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)

Years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know i had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep
so i had to watch my back when it was time to step
but the gimiest of grimeys with love for me
uh, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
and yo currency kept passin me by but i didnt cry
broke I head off with the pack and started sellin coke
and now i'm tha one that's lookin lovely
pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me
kick'em the game
it's all the same
i kick it back yo
give'em slack yo
and now they lable me tha mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front on tha the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn!
release some realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it's a deep game
and my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain

(Chorus)
Ohhhh....
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhhh....
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)

They got me mobbin like i'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
trust
i got my glock cocked playa if they press me
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION
better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BBBBLASTIN
i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey
and gettin' high
on tha lookout for my enemies
don't wanna die
tell me why
cause this stress is gettin' major
a buck fifty across my face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone
keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
word ta motha im touched
i'm kickin dust up
ready ta bust
i'm on the scene steady muggin' me
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me baby
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
(dont get to close because you might get shot)
Ohhhhhh......

(voice sample from Star Trek V) 
I couln't help but notice your pain 
My pain? 
It runs deep 
Share it with me!

Ohhh pain...pain ...pain

ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh 
ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh

They'll never take me alive 
i'm gettin' high with my four-five 
Cocked on these suckas 
Time ta die 
Even as a youngster 
causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus 
i was a fool all through high school 
kickin' up dust 
but now i'm labled as a trouble maker 
who can you blame ? 
smokin' weed helped me take away the pain 
so i'm hopeless 
rollin' down the freeway swervin' 
don't worry 
i'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry 
maybe if they tried to understand me 
what should i do ? 
i had to feed my fuckin' family 
what else could i do 
but be a thug 
out slangin' with the homies 
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club 
got my mind on danger 
never been a stranger ta homicide 
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys 
why do we die at an early age 
he was so young 
but still a victom of the 12 guage 
my memories of a corpse 
mind full of sick thoughts 
and i ain't goin back to court 
so fuck what you thought 
im drinkin' hennessey 
runnin from my enemies 
will i live to be 23 
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh.... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhhh.... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot)

Years and years of that rough life 
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife 
and livin trifed on the regular 
bokin out competitors 
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor 
get in trouble everyday in school 
act a fool 
and you know i had to break every rule 
showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep 
so i had to watch my back when it was time to step 
but the gimiest of grimeys with love for me 
uh, pop, pop 
and send a chuckle up above for me 
and yo currency kept passin me by but i didnt cry 
broke I head off with the pack and started sellin coke 
and now i'm tha one that's lookin lovely 
pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me 
kick'em the game 
it's all the same 
i kick it back yo 
give'em slack yo 
and now they lable me tha mack yo 
people check it 
get disrespected if you front on tha the birdman 
you heard man 
catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand 
Damn! 
release some realistic with my biscuit 
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover 
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust 
so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust 
a lot of pressure with the street fame 
it's a deep game 
and my mama always cryin' 
yo there's so much pain

(Chorus) 
Ohhhh.... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhhh.... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot)

They got me mobbin like i'm 
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on 
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on 
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me 
trust 
i got my glock cocked playa if they press me 
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION 
better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BBBBLASTIN 
i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey 
and gettin' high 
on tha lookout for my enemies 
don't wanna die 
tell me why 
cause this stress is gettin' major 
a buck fifty across my face with my razor 
what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone 
keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong 
these sorry bastards 
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see 
and everyday it just a struggle 
steady thuggin' in the streets 
and i'll be ballin' loc 
don't let'em make you worry 
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried 
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, 
word ta motha im touched 
i'm kickin dust up 
ready ta bust 
i'm on the scene steady muggin' me 
until they kill me 
i'll be livin this life 
i know you feel me baby 
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhh... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhh... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhh... 
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 
(dont get to close because you might get shot) 
Ohhhhhh......

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Doggy Dogg World

featuring Tha Dogg Pound

F*** Wit Dre Day (And Everybody`s Celebratin`)

5:05

Intro:

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

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Chorus:

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

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

Chorus

Intro:

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

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Chorus:

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

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

Chorus

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O.g.

featuring Daz,Nate Dogg

Various Artists

4:38

10.

Never Had A Friend Like Me

4:52

11.

Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can`t Have None)

4:25

Never.....hehe.....you aint never had a friend like me
Believe that.....cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Verse 1
See, at night i watch the sky, i take another breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt like its the last muthafucka left
Just me and you evadin enemies
That you get my last shot of hennesy aint never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a lil dustkicker now becomes a G
Who can i call when they all fail
Collect calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sendin me mail, heard the blocks in the same shape
Aint nuttin change niggaz slangin at the same place
The same faces, supposed to always hate our foes
This lifestyle is forever watch the game unfold
Sheddin crocodile tears, just got life plus
And we wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong, we'll appeal nigga you'll be free
Down wit ya till the very end
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Chorus
Im down for you so ride wit me
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Im down for you so ride wit me
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Verse 2
How can i be blamed?
Forgive me lord im insane
And search and fame
Wont hurt to change
Follow in the footsteps of past dealers
Equipped wit ski-masks, no witness as we blast Quillas
Very now they feel us in this act of war
More casualties no survivors any minute device quickly dies
Cuz we ridahz
In my quest for chips
We wearin vest equipped wit automatic fire
We reply when my enemies trip
Me and you against the nation
Whisper while we conversatin
Cuz niggaz died over information
How much more can we take
Expect us all to break
The world aint ready for us yet
So lets make Clinton pay (hehe)
They never wanted us to make it
Everything that we possess, we had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin weed bumpin this beat
Makin a livin out my misery
Till he got a friend like me

Chorus x1

Verse 3
Crime is to visit, i know its rough in your cell
Recievin mail to the county jail, this is hell
When i was younger i could picture livin
In luxury, so how the fuck did i end up in prison, fuck us niggaz
They got me crossed by my own side
I found them bodies, several dramas, he alone died
Nobody cried
Shoulda never testified, you got my nigga 25
So now i sacraficed your life
Help to seperate me and my dogs
Brokin ties why the fuck should i let you live, when im dead inside
Rapid fire my delivery
Im bustin at they whole crew nigga remember me
Hit up my outlaw set, that throw my pistol in the ocean
Ditched my ski-mask, and get the straight-coastin
Its vision, the day thats sayin quittin always there to see
Your closest roaddog
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Chorus x1

Im down for you so ride wit me
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Ride.....you aint never had a friend like me
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
You aint never had a friend like me
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Never.....hehe.....you aint never had a friend like me
Believe that.....cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Verse 1
See, at night i watch the sky, i take another breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt like its the last muthafucka left
Just me and you evadin enemies 
That you get my last shot of hennesy aint never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a lil dustkicker now becomes a G
Who can i call when they all fail
Collect calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sendin me mail, heard the blocks in the same shape
Aint nuttin change niggaz slangin at the same place
The same faces, supposed to always hate our foes
This lifestyle is forever watch the game unfold
Sheddin crocodile tears, just got life plus
And we wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong, we'll appeal nigga you'll be free
Down wit ya till the very end
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Chorus
Im down for you so ride wit me
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Im down for you so ride wit me
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Verse 2
How can i be blamed?
Forgive me lord im insane
And search and fame
Wont hurt to change
Follow in the footsteps of past dealers
Equipped wit ski-masks, no witness as we blast Quillas
Very now they feel us in this act of war
More casualties no survivors any minute device quickly dies
Cuz we ridahz
In my quest for chips
We wearin vest equipped wit automatic fire
We reply when my enemies trip
Me and you against the nation
Whisper while we conversatin
Cuz niggaz died over information
How much more can we take
Expect us all to break 
The world aint ready for us yet
So lets make Clinton pay (hehe)
They never wanted us to make it
Everything that we possess, we had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin weed bumpin this beat
Makin a livin out my misery
Till he got a friend like me

Chorus x1

Verse 3
Crime is to visit, i know its rough in your cell
Recievin mail to the county jail, this is hell
When i was younger i could picture livin
In luxury, so how the fuck did i end up in prison, fuck us niggaz
They got me crossed by my own side
I found them bodies, several dramas, he alone died
Nobody cried
Shoulda never testified, you got my nigga 25
So now i sacraficed your life
Help to seperate me and my dogs
Brokin ties why the fuck should i let you live, when im dead inside
Rapid fire my delivery
Im bustin at they whole crew nigga remember me
Hit up my outlaw set, that throw my pistol in the ocean
Ditched my ski-mask, and get the straight-coastin
Its vision, the day thats sayin quittin always there to see
Your closest roaddog
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Chorus x1

Im down for you so ride wit me 
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Come after us best be complete
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

Ride.....you aint never had a friend like me
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me
You aint never had a friend like me
Cuz you aint never had a friend like me

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12.

4:04

Intro:

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

Verse One: Nate Dogg

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Verse Four: Warren G

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!

Chorus

Intro:

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

Verse One: Nate Dogg

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Verse Four: Warren G

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!

Chorus

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13.

Loyal To The Game

featuring Treach