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Tha Dogg Pound - Gangsta Rap lyrics
[Crooked I] Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go I'm from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy Well for you suckers that's the ceiling A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from Dogg Poundin {*music starts* [Daz] Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it The people of the side for the urban I like to work for top, or make 'em work it .. Whattup?!I see my niggaz all in the cut Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'til we 'rupt No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin it up Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me (fuck y'all) In actuality they face the technicality (whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy (hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!) We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk and we do what we do after dark (yeah!) [Chorus: Kurupt] This is for the ballers - gangsta rap What all the hoes love - gangsta rap What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap You could do what you want to - gangsta rap Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap What all the hoes love - gangsta rap What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap You could do what you want to - gangsta rap [Crooked I] Nigga, I buy new blocks for war A few shots, a broad, that make you drop Then I'ma pop two cops or more I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Lord Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train wearin a platinum chain striked with thang It's the youth game, doin it big You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, shit Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit me Keep the Death Row chains out My left (?) connect so hard your head blow Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya (?), nigga [Chorus] [Kurupt] Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo' Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin off ya clothes All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz? {*screech* We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh) Never slippin dick nigga, to the West then took it straight "This kid's a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous' Took it, what it is, what it was Blood, nigga what it is, what is was My niggaz, California nigga what it is Fuck the rap game if you can't pay mayne Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells And we started off the motherfuckin multi-platinum sales Biatch! [Chorus 2X] [Kurupt] Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap [Crooked I] Yeah, two gangstas from radio Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah .. Biatch!Uhh! |
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