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Kurupt (of Tha Dogg Pound)

Gang Related soundtrack

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Chorus One/Intro:It`s time to get the loot, ready, aim, shootDogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to executeBitches bitches... niggaz niggaz...I`m all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makeslife so great, plus haste makes wasteAnd I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct stylesCatch me rollin all the fuck around with the top downMenace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash emin The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roamsThere`s no place like home, tec-9`s and chromesI gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)Just in case worse come to worse I dumps firstThe thump curse, it`s the curse of the pumpThe one to dump last is the first to get slumpedThe mental temptation, mental assassinationMy heart skips a beat for the heat sensationI`m deathdefying bitches lying sayin, `I ain`t cute`Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain`t SnoopI got everything you need from the weed to the dope cokeCrack to amphetamines to speedI flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotineto leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleenChorus Two:These motherfuckin bitches, they ain`t shit to meEvery bitch that I know she wanna get with meDon`t you know I got a homicidal tendencySo drift with me, hit a spliff with me(repeat)Terrordome where it`s on, from sellin dope coke to crackYoung Gotti entered the party from the backInstant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerveon the highways cause the spot`s on from Monday to FridayNigga try me, I light the indica and thai weedDefy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky beVerbal homicide be ready to ruptureMakin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structureI make money, cause that`s all I know how to makeThat`s all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakesI see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)Midnight complexion glocks to shake spotsThey see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assumeI live illegal, but they assumed too soonI got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beatI got a problem, I got a fixation for heatIt`s time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loadedInstantaneous death when it exploded, uhhThere`s not a nigga who can hold me, contain meor tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo KhomaniI`m out my mind like a Irani, a terroristwith tactics off that Cristal twisted backwardsChorus One: 2XChorus Two: 2XThese motherfuckin bitches...These motherfuckin niggaz... fool...Don`t you know... say what, say what?Who? Who?Chorus One: 2XDaz, in the house, yeahMy nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeahSnoop Dogg, is in the houseAnd Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin houseAnd Death Row, is in the house...

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