Текст песни D.P.G. (Daz Dillinger solo) - Here We Are/Go Killem
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[Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)]Psss... yeah...It`s about time served y`all bitch ass niggazY`knahmsayin? Tired of ya`ll bitch ass niggaz everywhere(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)187 killin`, everyday all dayI`m comin out![Daz Dillinger]Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get backOr get capped, the back slap, or laid flatSwift as a cheetah when them thangs comin` to greet you in the darkI won`t mislead you when you seein` the sparksDustin` off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus Can`t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckersMe and my dogg`s blast with intentions, leavin` y`all missing in actionBitch ass, sorry ass bastardsHeartless, senseless coward I was born to devauerCuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind barsScarred for life, from the blade of a knifeTo get strikes at thirteen for takin` your lifeSeven tec`s, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - Or die when your bitch ass stepI take precaution, stalkin` these streets, flossin` and ballin`Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin` for keepsReal niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we leadYou can`t hang, nigga die and bleedMurder won`t stop `til every busta and sucka dropFuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin` the blockRocks blast the glocks in the weed spotStop playa hatin` what we got and clock your own knockGrindin`, perfectin`, and shinin` the fifty-eight carrots of diamondsBlind ya when we come up behind ya[Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)]Here we are... (here we are)And there they are... (there they are)Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}[Daz Dillinger]My philosophy`s unheard of, I choreographered the murdererMy morals are show no mercy and no sorrowFuedin` and layin` `em down, forever ready it`s hereditaryLayin` `em down dead up in the mortuaryFamilies mourn, another life is goneBrandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is bornEnbalm your neighborhood to let me if you couldBe a G a you claim to be, let me know if you couldWe back shootin` up homes and Cadillac`s {*gun shot*}Don`t ever ever come back, just to show me where it`s atOff the rack comes the gauge - Buck sprays and AK`s retaliate in a major wayWe in the land where it`s man for man, clan for clanSimple mistakes - you`ll end up dead (say what?)I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chipsGrip the pistol to your brain, never takin` no shitWhether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevailRather die makin` it happen than to die in a cellRather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tellLeave they bodies with the maggots and snailsC`d up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G`d upOn a mission for my tuition, I need bucksBig dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gottaMy kids got enemies now because of they father[Chorus] - 2X[Daz Dillinger]Smokin`, loaded, and fucked up, I ain`t lucked upOn some niggaz who try to get buckedIn the fashion, the blastin`, it`s hard to imagine the cashAnd known niggaz who be actin` like bastardsWhat do I do, but call my niggaz and my crewTo come do what they do, and put in work on youSemi-automatic cause staticStatic`s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all dayYou want trouble? HA HA, let`s bring it quick, fastAnd dash and blast up on they bitch assAdios as his ass got smoked - He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost...I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)Cause to me and my homeboy`s ya`ll just some punks, hahaWho really want it? Nigga, come get itSlowly but surely, homie you ain`t never forget itHow many times I gotta say stop fuckin` with mineLivin` the life of crime where it`s do or dieY`all niggaz don`t really want none of thisWe the shit... blow your fuckin` crew to bits[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations[Outro: Daz]Yeah, pull up on this nigga right hereJump out, serve his ass {*gun shot*}Boom, give it, get on the ground!