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Daz Dillinger - What Cha Talkin Bout lyrics
All dem niggas right there SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Fuck y'all I thought you knew about us You know what we throw on this 1-87 on rhyme Anybody killa Fuck all y'all We run the streets, come run with my game We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you Nigga we keep the streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock Guess money rule the world Materials and girls, fly Did ya never seen? Never, even dreamless, these things That make the world we live in what it is And though with paper you would die It's a shame what is real on these wheels Foes on a hundred smoke weed Me and Bad and Tray-Dee In an ice machine Big strap that let a nigga have to come out Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Though we all wanna live it up 'fo the lights go out in your house No one is gon' get there Fillin all doubts, and hold out Only when ya sure to take a loss Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast If the guns don't get cha It's sure to be the cancer Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer He made it up and just about to get your chances It's a baby I've been knowin, Trust of homage you could go insurin Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust Only gave me one change, it's just us Who banging at the poppa stops Gangsta network your G shit Makin million dollar plans Pullin million dollar scams It be a trillion dollar man Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich The world make me sick I really wanna live it up It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin... What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up Puttin up with nothin The world let us hear with no fury Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em Talkin nothin Provin, movin I can make a difference Any ??? 'll speak louder then All that y'all jackin at gettin payed One of the two main reasons I keep rappin It just happened The peace so niggas don't know Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line Someone should defy the law I've forgot what I was looking for Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Hahaha, Yeah We run these streets And some big dope sacks Nigga Smoke some, drink some That's what I'm talkin about Yeah Haha Still blastin at close range Things ain't changed We the gang But we blast and mash to maintain Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D Gang bangin But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers To my big homeboy C-Style What up dogg? Yeah What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout |
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