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[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. |
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Intro:
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ?? Kurupt: Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga I knew he was a fuckin' punk So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck" He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts Ready to get wrecked Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose) Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop Check me out peep how all who withstand Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand "Murder" that's what I be yellin' I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up Or ready to get 'em up What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right) Niggas don't give a fuck I'm headed for the westside Snoop: Now this spots owned by the motherfuckin' D.O. (double G) P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide (For all this drama make you and your momma die) Hook: This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a fuck) This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit) Daz: |
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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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[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... |
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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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[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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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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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 |
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[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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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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<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<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 <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> 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 <i><b>2Pac</b></i> 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... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...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 <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <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 <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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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 |
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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 |
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(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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[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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<i>[Lady Of Rage]</i>
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.... <i>[Dat Nigga Daz]</i> 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 <i>[Kurupt]</i> 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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(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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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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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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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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(2Pac)
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) (Treach) Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do Whose the new crew? Show me your neck brotha, and here's another Smack your mother's mamma's mother In the first mob of all those other crack lovers Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now? Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it The same thing minus P hangin possies like an exponent Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it It makes no sense to smell like shit If old ass George could be Washing-tons (Chorus) (Riddler) Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots And packin the glocks and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim You lookin grim, is it me or him or him Or be with me, we be together So what's up? We can do whatever Cause real niggas stick together Till they make it up to heaven Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7 The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga The deeper they dig the ditch-a The Naughty the Treach then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him So got him, now I puts the crime behind me And finds me, a place to lays my head low I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game (Chorus) |
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Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sackDon't wanna fuck with me(Dogg Pound gangstaz)We do it like thatMotherfuckers out there be like, takin' our stylesBe trying to do they own little dissingBut they can't do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like thisSit back relax and get a cool oneHave you ever heard of a slughter? I oughta start dippin'Sippin' on that S T get's me to trippin'I don't slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gangIt's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.CYou wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 timesLike a hollow point headed for your domeTake a couple of steps, turn around and it's onCouldn't withstand the murderous mentalI subdue and then take two to your templeWhen I cause holocoust from what's spittin'Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'Look, this is how it's done nigga(One, two, three)I grab my strap, you best run niggaI gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the clickLittlest G, with the biggest dickShit, a motherfucker betta recognizeWith a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all dieI snack on motherfuckers like a boneKnown to be the shit upon the microphoneEver since I was bown, not to ever love a bitchLearned game after game, that's why we are the bestMotherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minuteBut soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shittedNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseBitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my payEvery single day in the LBCCruisin' through the East side, me and Lil' StyleWhen I back up a green six-fo' bustin' free stylesThere's no escape, give me the papes and the tape caseHow much money can a nigga make in one place?The review, ain't shit newYou stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit' my crewI see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folkGet so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the leastI see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East CoastAnd the question is askedDo you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga DazI'll be the first one to him 'emOh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him'cause I'm a natural born killerAnd I steal a half, motherfucker 'cause it's like thatNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewThere's so many motherfuckers that I can includeWhose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feudIt doesn't make a difference 'cause it's aboutWho's the quickest on the draw to end all existenceFor instance, let's take these Ruthless foolsThese Ruthless fools and the Pound in one roomAssume, it's only for conversation, so let'sConversate slip a nigga the .38 then dipEmpty out the clipMind on stead-trip, 'cause niggaz talk shitNow if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga diedWould the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go popNow drop, to your kneesAnd picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin' in the breeze(Flowin')Now what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseFrom the twitch of the eyesYou can see the line, just know it when you see it'cause it messes up the flow to the real fillings why'knowAnd I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wineCan you feel yourself in the room with EverlastTrying to steal a flow, I don't think soCock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousyIn the way like a stray dogTrying to climb, every bitch on his armCock-blockers, come in every colorEven blue, now this is trueTrying to fuck your woman and even youNow what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?What would you do? MmmWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do?If you could get with me and my crewThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Why don't you tell me what?Tell me what you would do if you could get withThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Me and my crew, with me and my crewWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do, if you could get with my crew?What would you, what would you doIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?If you get caught with your pants down?
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