Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - D.P.G.
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My nigga Daz, the funkiest nigga to make beatsNobody see`s him, East to West coast (No disrespect)Say what? (Say What, Say What?)Motherfucker too much, too much, too much(I heard somebody bit our shit cuz!)Where we from?[Chorus]Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherfucker, too much)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)[Daz]I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I`m down with `emIn deed we all smoke weed and clowned with `emHung around with `em, one man, with my gun in handThere`s only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand (Dogg Pound)The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-aAnd I been rocking mic`s since funky drum-aThese adventures reak havoc,Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbageRyhme savage, introduction to deathMuder MC`s till ain`t shit leftIn a sector, why must MC`s flipLike gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whipedClaiming they classic, but you don`t set no classic examplesWith your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samplesYa last verbal war, you won`t survive no moreI turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain`t live no moreI use to follow, but now you`s a legend like sleepy hollowI shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollowThere`s no tommorrow, nigga, it all endsI been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop beganI`m the man, now what is this that I`m told to be red on the spotDissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)Oh shit, hell no this can`t beWho`s this on the radio dissing meD-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcherDoing a video for a song that got blew outta porportionI found he`s the deadliest force in the worldWhere it`s all about glamour, fame, and fortuneAs we blast and creep, so fuck youYour homeboys and any fools trying to competeWe the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he`s blastingAnd anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha)[Chorus]Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas ( too much)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much)Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (you know what?)[Kurupt]So gimmie, the heat to the motherfucking JimmiesHit slimmies, like 3`s and I be`s pennyRaw, like fifteen separate sawed-offsTo you chest, leathal techs, and pissed to get complexIf I had a million dollars, then I`d be richIf your ho was on deck then I`d fuck yo bitchIt`s Gotti in the cut with the Don, ColeoneAnd Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah)Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergastedStalking you all, all walking casketsHit the spot where the smoke is soldLow and behold, the tightest composition composedCan you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterbackSo when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter atReact, actions speak louder than wordsBut ain`t nothing more potent than visionI seen out in through the visions, eruptingI`m spontaneous rapping, busting your melonThen escape a lyrical felonAccelling in and out like, as if I`m smoking the bomb (boom)And hit 3`s as my D`s shineAnd keep it gangsta[Chorus]Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound GangstasDogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound GangstasDogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangsta GangstaDogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas