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Now i can't trust none of these hoes nowadays |
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Cause they be runnin round with that shit called aids |
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And every girl i meet nowadays is lit |
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So i can't to do them what i would to do you, so... |
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Another session, check in session |
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Dogg pound gangstaz |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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I'm on top of the world, with niggaz with perms and jheri curls |
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Runnin around town with the flyest girls |
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Ain't no place like home, nigga that i can call my own |
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Smokin dove sacks and quarter pounds down to ozones (who you?) |
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I'm dat, nigga, d-a to the z (uh-huh) |
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A motherfuckin playa, for the d-p to the g |
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[kurupt] |
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Connectin lyrics like dot to dot, connectin blocks |
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I concoct vocals that's libel to make your heart stop |
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Termination completed, and i'm out like the seasons |
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Murderin mc's for no fuckin apparent reason (motherfucker) |
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Dis, lyricist, kicks lyrics |
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So intent to disable to kill your whole vocals existance |
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Like in for instance, the murderous methods of my ridin |
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The thunderdome, niggaz had em squabbin |
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Shit, all i know is you could talk that talk (this dogg pound) |
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And you best to be able to walk that walk, because |
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We ride right, daylight, or after midnight |
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Game trump tight, down to dump on sight |
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Call me the sniper with mo' chips than wesley snipes |
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Niggaz oppose me to get cracked like the pipe |
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Born in the east, raised a g on the west |
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Westide, smokin and rollin with a s on my chest |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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I roll swift as a pigeon, diggin niggaz graves in tomb stones alone |
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One on one, microphone or phone |
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Stampedin like a heard of buffalo you tumble |
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Now when you try to get up, motherfucker you stumbled |
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Now it's a must that i can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge |
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Dust to get you high blown in the meanwhile my profile |
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Of my styles unusual from a buckwild child |
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But in the meanwhile... |
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I can tear that ass off be like an al b. song |
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I maul fifty mc's, divided just by one |
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Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself |
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Droppin lyrical vitamins for your health, motherfucker |
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*chorus* |
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One by one, we'll start to subtract |
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And see how many motherfuckers got your back |
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Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown |
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It's them dogg pound gangstaz, puttin it down |
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(repeat 2x) |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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Now picture that ass and frame it, what a shame |
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Motherfucker to remain to obtain game |
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[kurupt] |
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I'm on another journey, my mind set on twisted |
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Gettin twisted and twist this fool for his grip then dash |
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Daz in the jeeps that the church drive |
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Cause he don't give a fuck, and down to put in work |
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And this is how it's done like one two three |
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Kurupt, and i'm quick to fuck shit up on g.p., lethal |
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There's no stoppin me, top notch, there's no equal |
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To the philosophies that i concoct |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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We makin examples out of motherfuckers like you |
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Nigga there's no idea, nigga, and there's no clue, you through |
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You outta here motherfucker, finished you scared admit it |
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Your new album... shiiiit! |
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So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize |
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Just like jim jones bapnitized his followers |
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The wrath, of the slaughter, have you ever heard of a |
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Serve from my homey now he rhyme for baby sharks (and i) |
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I load for ammo for ammo the young hollow is dippin |
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To pomona ave to ride up on you on the corner |
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It's kinda cold, how his ass got smoked (well alright) |
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And now you know that we ain't no joke |
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[kurupt] |
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I never trust a busta, so i never trust yo' ass |
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Hope you got satellites around when we bust yo' ass |
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I peeped you out the sides of my eyes, cause i be peepin |
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Murderous situations, you got yourself knee deep in |
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You're walkin around while you're sleepin |
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So awake yourself nigga then break yourself |
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And i don't give a fuck if your money is spent |
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I want your hat to your clothes cause dollars make sense |
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I got so many hoes on my dick, i gotta shake hoes |
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And i'm controllin mines, like waco |
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Texas, mr. flossy in the lexus |
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Super supreme i plot schemes like stephen king and |
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*chorus* |
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Dpg, yeah i thought you knew, dpg |
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Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, dpg |
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*etc.* |
