Текст песни Kurupt f Roscoe, Snoop Dogg - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
Kurupt f Roscoe, Snoop Dogg - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha слова песни
[Snoop Dogg]Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?It`s the big homeboy Snoop DoggAnd y`know, the streets is a motherfuckerD.P.G.C., y`knowRepresentin to the fullest, like dat dereY`KNOW![Kurupt]Organized madnessThe young GodstraHa hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations)I call, I call shots round hereTell who to pop and who not to pop round hereSlow down down here, don`t make too much noiseYou know who runs the blocks round here[Kurupt]Psychosomatic, automatic staticCatatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addictAstrononimcal in the Thunderdome centerIn the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardlyCatastrophes, metamorphosize into a pitTyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the wallsCamouflage, on the side of livestBout to put somethin up in that could rideIt`s time for, world war three motherfuckerYou know me, Young Got-ti motherfuckerI holds the microphone like a grudgeIn the `llac laid back, so back the fuck upThis might give you a heart attackIt`s real simple, can`t get mo` simple than thatThan that..Chorus[Kurupt]The tactical acrobatical automaticAutomatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guidedVisually you ride it Super like the SonicsPotent like gin and tonic being injected through the veinswith double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)Columbian flake, the top rateIrate lost mental stateStallion I`m want about a million or moreof y`all fools to come back and get some moreYou can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the doorHe don`t wear Calvin Klein, he won`t wear valourHe got some Gortex or some Converse onAll-Stars, G`d from the hat to the floorYou can miss me, I`m probably chillin up in Mississippior Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskeyI`m a walkin franchise and I wanna get paidGet dropped, mopped and stomped like a paradePersuasion, phase three of the invasionI gots to break loose cause I`m feelin caged inLoose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden upNowadays, niggaz ain`t hard enoughto bombard and bogart, spots like theseRenegade revolutionary infantriesI`ll bet a thousand to one, you`re never gonna make itYou`re never gonna get it, y`all can`t fuck wit usPut it together, our squad 1999 Mod SquadUniversal Soldiers, I thought I told yaChorus[Roscoe]I`m a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapperSpectacular, chrome thirty-eight packerMoney stacker, t-shirt cakalakaVerbal predator, fake rap attackerGotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back crackerMoney makin, we smart like computer hackersI came in this game with plans to get it maxedAnd my enemies, feel the wrath of my raptureNo escapin without, instantaneous captureDon`t be upset, when me and the homies jack yaCause we straight jackin, if I say it`s on it`s crackinYoung thugs, from Y.A., we make it happenSwearin y`all can see me but that`s just like seein ElvisI grab to crick a back and crack a nigga `cross the pelvisMy rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to healthI make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own selfWho am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracleis horrible yet hysterical the way I`ll embarass youSee me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at youTough talk, when there`s bullets flyin through the air at youTest your chest nigga? One less niggaMe and Kurupt share two gats and one vest niggaWe astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematicalTaking your first-born as collateral!