Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - 10 Til Midnight
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[Daz]That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flowsThe inkling of a sect, suspect meThis assemblies and less than two versesI`m able to disengage micsAnd chew MCs up like Mike & IkesWhen I recite they like two flipsI sink MCs like shipsWith my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipseThere`s no comparison, I embarrassmentCause microphone harassmentHere`s where the fear and terror spinI`m hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCsClaimin` they rock mics like nights for daysSo I`m able to have more to performI explode on the mic like C-4I eliminate ya fool microphonesThese limited the amount of opponentsStep on the microphone I show em`Over and over, these weird situationsEnter in the gladiation, now they facin`[Chorus]Last night I had a dream and it just made me realizeThat folks don`t give a damn about me (They don`t care)So many haters on the scene, can`t stand to see me on the riseBut I`m gon` still remain the same, you best believeWe keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that`s gangsta)We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that`s gangsta)We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that`s gangsta)We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho` ass on the floor)[SKG]If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe thatWanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese atNiggas roll and shit, hatin` on a young bitchCause flow I cop or the spots I rockI`m still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzyStill keep it gangsta whether not I`m gettin` sassyGot a beeper, fly out and release my profileOr my click bust eighty for all you busters actin` shadyFake ass ballers wanna-be shot callersThink y`all holdin` clout, niggas runnin` they mouthIt`s still Death Row mackin` when gangs start crackin`Askin` all you cats in this game yo what`s happenin`Hoes talk about they cockin` back, bustin` gunsKnowin` damn well heat is on deck, you cowards runHated by many, yo we loved by fewYou ain`t gotta like us homie but respect what we doI`ll buck y`all niggas then bust y`all niggasSet chu` niggas up then wet chu` niggas upSeen a jazzy hoe steppin` out with the gatorsHold up haters I`m executin` all the fakersLettin` all you cats know I just wanna fuck youBack to ya wifey, it`s her job to love youI`m lookin` for my baby daddy, what`s he gotHe old enough to cum, he old enough to get fuckedYeah, SKG Death Row mackin` the new bitch in townThat`s how I get down[Chorus][Kurupt]If I had a million dollars then I`d be richIf ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitchIt`s Gotti in the cut with the Don CorleoneAnd Dillinger with the hollow tip chromesCatch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergastedStalkin` y`all walkin` casketsHit the spot where the smokers holdLow and behold, the tightest composition composedCan ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterbackSo when they ain`t around, I angle murder and slaughter actReact, actions speak louder than wordsBut ain`t nothin` more important than visionI`ve seen optical collisions corruptedI`m spontaneous when I combusted melonCan`t escape a lyrical felonExcellin` in the out, like it`s in from smokin` the bongKoran Don, set to explore like napalmCataclysmic, with a habit to form collisionsVarious visions, intellect sharp enough to injureLike incisions with the deadliest intentionsTo grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensionsI had thoughts, had thoughs of electricityMurdered by millions of voltsI got a forty cal coldI`m all about businessLife ain`t what it seems in two secondsI peeped the red beam, I tried to dodgeGrabbed the chrome plate, I dumped onceBut I was two seconds late cause the size I wasWas the first mistakeMy moms came and shook me I didn`t awakeCause in my position that`s the chance ya takeIn the dream, in the world with no way to escape[Chorus]