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Kurupt - Make Some Noize lyrics
(feat. Daz Dillinger) [Intro: Kurupt talking & Daz yelling in background] [Verse 1: Kurupt] Come to ?? and bank Where the ?? is ?? And fly, pelican, fly Fly away Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat Hollow tip ?? Soopafly, psychotic Super Sonic With a little bit of chronic ?? Can't have a phone, nigga Without the hydrolics Can't purchase no powder Without the cauliflower Holly Colly, high power Bangin' with the homies Bustin' on bustas Dumpin' on cowards The homies said move to left, home boy hit your chest Knock out, hold your breath, home boy W's for the West, home boy E is for the East, home boy D-A-Z and Soopafly Motherfucker, Priest, home boy My niggas Blaze a ounce Hit the stage Bitches strip Niggas bounce [Chorus: Daz] All my Dogg Pound niggas better... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All the bitches in the front better... Make some noise! All my homies all over the world... Make some noise! All my niggas all over... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back better... Make some noise! All my niggas down with us... Make some noise! Everybody around the world... Make some noise! [Verse 2: Kurupt] Process of elimination Total devastation Total world domination Struck determination Capitations Determination To injure the nation And leave a whole half of the world... With a million decapitations With no hesitation Fast! Blast with the homies It's all set to blast To bust a nigga, touch him Bustin' ain't nothin' but bustin' It ain't shit See, you ain't quick enough to draw and spit So you fall cause you're hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules of the hood Q's, that's on you You know the rules of the hood I'm a G fa sho D.P. fa sho From the back to the middle To the front of the door You got a Cadillac Seville? I got a license to cock back, aim and shoot and kill Now, nigga, how you feel? [Chorus: Daz] All my niggas clockin' paper... Make some noise! All my Dogg Pound niggas... Make some noise! All my gang bang niggas... Make some noise! All my niggas from South Central... Make some noise! All my niggas from Philedelphia... Make some noise! All my niggas from Jersey... Make some noise! All my niggas in Atlanta... Make some noise! If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Nigga, what? You're just a space invader Takin' up all the space, motherfucker! and I'ma tell y'all to y'all faces when it takes place Y'all never know it takes place Little busta in disguise I can see it in your eyes I ain't hatin' Fool... What's crackulatin'? Is it sex or glocks Money for rhymes or rocks? All my home boys with 9's in they hands Put them in the air Bust like you just don't care This the Terror Dome Home, sweet, home For the chrome Pack your homies With the foes And all gold in the bones Hit the strip club Get a little sip, get my dick rubbed What the fuck?! They love Kurupt! But I don't give 'em a sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make 'em bounce And blaze the weed And rock the party with an ounce, now bounce [Chorus: Daz] If you down with Kurupt, would you... Make some noise! All my niggas in the back, won't you... Make some noise! If you down with this shit, won't you... Make some noise! Put your hands on the side and... All my niggas in the back, would you... Make some noise! Everybody all around, won't you... Make some noise! And all my real, live niggas, won't you... Make some noise! Everybody down with ??, would you... Make some noise! [Daz & Kurupt yelling, then Kurupt begins to talk] [Verse 4: Kurupt] Raw Dogg, I'm a hog indeed Me and the home boy D-A-Z smokin' some weed On a one-to-one one day In ??'s car Like, "What up, Dogg?" "Oh, nothin', just chillin', smokin' raw" Nigga, ey... You know exactly what it is Me and my homies... We make the loot in this buiss So what the fuck you wanna do? Slump me and bump me Pull out a pump and pump me Cause I own my own company? |
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