Текст песни D.P.G. f Beanie Sigel, Rosco - Best Run
D.P.G. f Beanie Sigel, Rosco - Best Run слова песни
[Kurupt]Gangsta shit, I`ma show you how the gangsters do itWord to mother, Kurupt Young GottiExcuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb{*inhaling and coughing*}Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeahDaz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitchesI gotta little bit of somethin that you`ll never understandWith that double deuce, double up, hammer in handGot so many different advances, different chanceslead to different circumstances, enhancementsCalibers, mental mind gallagher, shellsHit niggaz like hammers hit nailsI`m Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoeBitch don`t you owe me 6000? I`m countin(?) to ten[Rosco]I slide through on some ol` outlandish shitAnd roll up anybody on some skanless shitMany try to be I, wanna bang the gangScreamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gangThey call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stileIf it ain`t on D`s, then I can`t even ride yoI`m so caught up in the streets I need to lie lowAnd I`m runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow[Chorus]Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dumslugs at the thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want noneHere we come, best run, spittin dum dumslugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want noneHere we come, best run, spittin dum dumslugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want noneHere we come, best run, spittin dum dumslugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want none[Beanie Sigel]The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you`re fruit catNiggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracksWhen I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in)You know I`m all about the street dollarsFollow your trail and blaze niggaz with +techs+ like `Sheed WallaceThey say the streets talk and I ain`t hearin a wordFeet to the ground got my ear to the curbRoll with niggaz disappear in them burbsPop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst(Listen) - in other words stop talkinI slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkinwhen the fifth stain leave shit stains off inyour Pampers, get your shit bag changed oftenYou niggaz soft and the fifth lift chains off oftenGet your block chalked when the glock start barkin[Chorus][Daz]Who wanna get `em up? Nigga let`s get `em upWhy the fuck they act like you know, and so we did `em upWhen the uz` bruise I serve crews, act like you knowRude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoesI ain`t impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quickAnd y`all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitchI hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get outThe smallest of my hustle so I floss off bonesPay the cost of the death, watch you die when you stepSeven to ten niggaz drop when they stepDon`t sweat the technique or get chin-checked[???]Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and KuruptRosco, (??) you can`t bite my shit, it causes fiascoesMy rhymes is designed, drinkin tobascoI`m dippin, rollin, that`s the way the (?) bowlD.P.G.`s bowl, R.O.C. soulcontrollin, foldin, suckers like envelopesRollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke[Chorus][Kurupt]Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters atSigel came to roll through and smoke us outSo what`s wrong with that? Nigga, ha? YeahDaz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotterShootin niggaz down cause it`s nuttinThe first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boyYo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha?You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on yaPleezbelieveit ya bitchI know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitchAnd bitches get treated like bitches..Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga!